Frustrating morning with both my phones not finding signal and both my batteries for my good phone very low. But after breakfast in town, i set off. The morning was indeed quite hilly with two big hills and descents before the first town. The third hill was the biggest, probably steeper than anything in the rockies, i slogged up the hill and eventually turned a corner to see what looked like the summit. I could see a woman at the top on the side of the road fixing a bike. As i drew up to her, i noticed a man next to her beside a car taking a picture of me. I assumed that he was taking a picture of this idiot who just cycled up that hill. Looking closer, i began to recognize the guy, glancing down at the woman, it became clear. These two strangers, were no strangers at all, what where my parents doing here? Now it started to make sense, last night weird phone call, berts phone call and other clues.
The plan was for me to cycle to the next town, where they would be waiting with the one bike that they brought assembled. We also put all my gear in the car to lessen my load. I got to the town and met them, then me and mum cycled a short distance, while dad drove the team car. We got lunch and then set off again.
The rest of the day was a little bit like riding in the tour de France, with the team car constantly offering food and instructions, although Im not sure how often the car driver and cyclist trade places in the grand tour. Mum and dad switched back and forth, with each managing a big hill, although dads was steeper. For me, cycling without my gear was refreshingly comfortable. The destination was the appealingly named dyersville. Just before arriving, we got chatting to a mother daughter pair of cyclists who have been on a three year cycle all over the country. We arrived into town just before it got dark, checked into a motel and then got a good dinner. Some members of the team were more tired than others after the days cycle, so we got an early night.