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After pedaling through River city, we were directed onto the entrance ramp to U.S. Highway 151 and the bridge across the mighty Missisip.
This was a first for me. While I've ridden my share of bridges and stretches of highway traffic, it was the first time on a stretch of road off limits to bikes.
Volunteers with the ride provided escorts for us. Lights flashing warned northbound traffic approaching from the south, and the volunteers allowed us to use the driving lane as we crossed over from Iowa to Wisconsin.
It was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I was so focused on my surroundings that I was unable to really enjoy the experience. I certainly couldn't stop to take a picture. I wanted to keep up with my fellow riders, yet caution was necessary since there could be a car traveling at highway speeds zooming past us in the adjacent lane.
I reached the east side of the river and shortly after that we are off 151 and on our way across the state.
It ended so quickly, there's only a couple vivid memories.
The rumble strips to the right of the white line aren't fun to cross on a bike.
I looked at the riders around me and checked my rear view mirror for anyone coming past. There were potholes to avoid and debris which must have fallen from a passing truck.
The riders I passed were in the same boat - we made the passage, but hardly noticed a thing.
Maybe you experienced something like it in your life. It could have been a birthday or a job that came and went seemingly so fast it was a blur. Or an emergency which did happen fast and left nothing behind.
Judging an experience while it happens is difficult. We may not recall any details in the morning, or it may be seared into our brain forever.
It's often said we might see our life pass before our eyes before we cross from life to eternity or when we have a close call. I wonder what I'll see when that film rolls... how about you?
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