I made it
Loo`k at this COOL hat my friend Skip had made and left waiting for me at my final hotel!
(The hat pictured above is a trademark of Skipco LLC. Skipco is fully committed to protecting its intellectual property and will litigate to the ends of the earth at even the faintest whiff of infringement. This applies to the logo, the hat’s color—officially known as Skipco Black—and its distinctive shape. Any media in which a likeness of a Skipco product appears, even incidentally, immediately becomes the exclusive property of Skipco. Skipco, at its sole discretion, may use such likenesses in any form of media to create whatever content it dreams up.)
Skip just had me sign a document with the above photo and some legal word stuff that I didn’t bother to read. I’m posing it in the website just like he told me to do.
I made it—almost. I haven’t crossed the Key Bridge, but maybe that doesn’t matter. Especially given what happened there today with a $145 million birthday party. That feels so far removed from the real needs of our country, I just can’t bring myself to jump into waters that cold.
I did get bumped by a car today and managed to further mess up my shoulder. But I got back on, made it to the hotel, and then realized I had lost my wallet in the fall. Luckily, I had a backup for each category of card—so for once, I actually planned ahead.
Tomorrow, I’m going to ride to Arlington National Cemetery and declare it the official end of this journey. My wife gets in around 11:00, and we’re going to celebrate in a way that’s meaningful—maybe something like setting my unicycle on fire in front of the Russian Embassy.
I’ve tried three different times to write a proper final post tonight. Failed each time. I want to do a good job because there are some very special people I’d like to thank, and a few jointed ramblings I’d like to subject you to.
But for now, I’m going to stick a fork in it and call it a night.
I’ll do a better job tomorrow. You’ve followed me this far—you deserve better than half-baked musings from a tired guy with a sore shoulder and a lot of hydrocodone in his noggin.
Good night. I appreciate your company on this wild ride