Florance to Bandon (Garmin File)
Some days, like yesterday, it is unicorns and rainbows; today was not that type of day. The entire morning I rode the white line of death, while dodging road debri and trying to clean my glasses with gloved hands. Fortunately, the rain cleared out by early afternoon. The white line separates the road, where cars try to kill you from the shoulder, where you try to kill yourself. When it rains the white line gets slick as ice, so it tries to kill you as well.
It probably sounds overly dramatic, but many sections are “Russian Roulette”, with little to no shoulder, blind curves, tree limbs, truck tire tread, pot holes, pavement cracks running parallel to the road, road kill.
I even passed an entire pile of nuts and bolts large enough to hold a bridge together.
