All through 17,000 miles of pedaling I faithfully logged every day’s travel with a felt pen in my atlas, circling the overnight stops and noting the mileage. Here is the first one; I left Dublin, Ohio, on September 28 of 1983, stopped at CompuServe in Arlington for a media send-off, then headed west toward the Human-Powered Vehicle races in Indianapolis with my friend Walt Spicker. That first night of camping near Thackery was a comedy of errors and my knee was clicking on every pedal stroke, but there was a giddy sense of beginning something huge.
(The red line is just a local test loop, and the other dark blue line from the south is my return to Columbus at the end of the 762-mile shakedown cruise.)
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