Another Long Day...Another Head Wind

Today we headed into a long 153kms day with a head wind. I was very thankful that the new gang had one good day under their belts so that some confidence was boosting them on during this day. Although it was cloudy and cool, there was an air of determination. I set out hoping to continue my no SAG run. That morning there had been some ribbing and rude comments about my attempt to ride. I was upset but I had a choice..I could stew about it or let it go. I decided to let it go. The people who had made the comments had not at anytime during the last 7 1/2 weeks taken the time to ride with me or understand my ride. They were measuring me by some pre-existing prejudice that just wasn't relevant. "If you speak in tongues of angels but have not love...you are like a clanging cymbal" And that is what I filed the comments under....annoying noise.
The temperature remained cool but the clouds cleared as we struggled against the wind. Unfortunately, I felt a migraine working it's way into my head by the half way point but a quick dose of meds and I was able to continue.

As we went through a lovely small town, this sign appeared.

I hate to turn down an invitation from an ice cream place so I headed over to The Parlour.

A very generous small cone of toffee ice cream lifted my spirits.
A few kms later the first of my sweep team caught up. It was Terry, one of the new team members. As we were stopped at the traffic light in Metamora, a large Buick pulled up behind us and rev ed the engine. As we continued through the green light, it came up beside us and deliberately swerved into me then proceeded to turn a corner and then stopped to watch our reaction. I wasn't hit but shaken more than I thought. Memories of my car accident flooded my head. I had to do something. By stopping they allowed me to get their license plate, so I called 911 and reported the incident. They are going to mark their license and try and have an officer follow up.
At that point, I just had to finish the ride. With focus and determination, I continued to pedal and the only thing that distracted me even for a moment was this flock of loose chicken just wandering in the ditch.

Although it was 6:30pm when I arrived at camp, I was done and a hug and words of encouragement from my friend and pastor Pieter was a welcome end. Closer to home.
Tonight, at peleton, my friend Josh, spoke in memory of his late pastor who had planned on riding SeaToSea but had died suddenly earlier this year. He did such a good job honouring the memory of his friend and pastor. I'm very proud to call him friend.
Tomorrow...across the border to Canada.