Conventional wisdom says you should 'ride your age' within a couple weeks of your birthday. Since my birthday is in November and I live in an area of snow and cold, I tend to pick a unique event to fulfill my age ride and am not concerned when I do it during the year.
I was introduced to The Mother Road in elementary school; our class 'traveled' from Chicago to Los Angeles on route 66 while the teacher provided lessons on the cities and states we passed through.
During the '60s there was a television series
The morning of the ride dawned bright and cool with dead calm winds. I began riding east from Seligman, as we had pre-driven the course and the prearranged pickup point at Hackberry was only 60 miles west of Seligman. After an uneventful 6 1/2 mile out-and-back, I stopped at the Li Lo Cafe for a pancake breakfast. We ate dinner twice at Li Lo's and were very satisfied. However, I wish I'd ordered something other than pancakes for breakfast; it's not that they were bad--just flavorless. After eating, I continued onward.
A few words about the road here.
I got to Grand Canyon Caverns (31miles)
about 11:30 where I'd planned to eat lunch. However, I didn't realize that the restaurant was about a mile and a half back off the main road so I just had a snack that I'd brought with me, refilled a couple of my water bottles and continued on to Peach Springs (43 miles.) The restaurant there had nowhere I could park and see my trike while I was inside, so once again, I ate some more of my snacks and set forth.
Throughout the trip there were numerous reminders of a by-gone era.
A minor disaster struck as I was going downhill into Truxton (52 miles): my speedometer quit! The cafe at Truxton was well suited for keeping an eye on my trike as I munched on real food instead of snacks; the iced tea and water were also very welcome. I called Barbara to let her know I would be a bit later than we had planned. As it turned out, she was only 10 minutes behind me so I waited for her and sucked down more water. We decided that the loss of the speedometer was a minor concern since we'd pre-driven the route and knew where the 66 mile mark was. So I left her at the cafe with a revised pick-up time and resumed my adventure. By this time, it was late afternoon and the heat was definitely having an effect on me, but I kept drinking and using my watch and the mile markers to get an idea of how fast I was going and how far I had to go. I was extremely thankful for the long stretches that were shaded by roadside cliffs.
A somewhat brisk headwind began picking at about the 62 mile mark, but at that point, nothing short of a full blown tornado could have stopped me. Finally, the end was in sight and Barbara was there with a camera to record me pulling into the lot.
I was extremely satisfied with myself for completing the ride, considering how little I had trained for it and I now have another month before I have to start figuring out what to do for sixty-seven.