In D.C., the choice was between riding on the street or the sidewalk. Don asked me for my preference. Without any hesitation, I chose the sidewalk; despite knowing it would slow us down and require us to weave around pedestrians. “Because,” I explained, “everyone driving in D.C. thinks they’re on the most important phone call or have just received the most important text. They’re not going to be watching for us.”

Navigating the busy streets of D.C. is always a bit of a challenge for cyclists, but it was a small price to pay for the chance to explore the capital. Cycling around D.C. offers a unique perspective of the city — it’s a mix of history, politics, and modern energy, all wrapped up in one unforgettable experience.

Next, we crossed into North Carolina, specifically to the town of Washington, North Carolina (often called “Little Washington” to avoid confusion with the larger city of Washington, D.C.). We were here for the North Carolina Coastal Ride. This is a three-day event with choices of multiple distances each day. Here, the landscape was a welcome change — flat, open roads that made for easy pedaling. Every day, we had a variety of ride options, each designed to suit different skill levels. Whether you were looking for a short jaunt or a longer, more challenging ride, there was something for everyone.

One of the best parts of the route was the abundance of well-supported rest stops. These stops were not just convenient, but a delightful mix of sights and experiences — from local farms and a Boy Scout camp to the parking lot of a grocery store. We refueled, checked our maps, and chatted with fellow riders before heading back out.

The North Carolina Coastal Ride offered choices between “indoor camping” and camping.  I opted for the indoor camping while Don went with his tent.  

My accommodations were the second floor of the convention center amongst 30-40 other people with absolutely no separation.  My cot was about a foot and a half from my neighbors.  I had indoor washrooms but no showers.  The showers were about two blocks away in a wonderful semi-trailer with incredible hot water.  This is where Don had the advantage because the campground was across the street from the showers, but he had porta-potties for his washroom.  I had climate control but a lot of neighbor noise and the lights automatically shut off at 10.  Don could stay in his tent with his light on if he chose.  I had air conditioning; Don had the cool ocean breeze.  I guess it comes down to if you want to sleep in your private tent or in a building with a lot of other people.  Each of us would take the same accommodations we each had if we were to do it again.

REGISTER FOR THE NORTH CAROLINA COASTAL RIDE

Next stop: Greenville, South Carolina. Unlike the flat roads we enjoyed in North Carolina, the terrain here was a bit more challenging. As we tackled rolling hills and more varied elevations, it was clear this would be a different kind of ride. The changes in terrain tested our endurance, but the beauty of South Carolina kept us motivated to push through.

The rolling hills of Greenville were a stark contrast to the flat landscapes we had recently experienced, but it reminded us of the diversity of terrain that makes cycling such an exciting adventure. Every new state brings its own unique challenges — and we’re here for it all!

After our ride, we had dinner with Rich Gordon, a former member of BCLC.  It was great to catch up with him.