Think of the poor!

Tuesday we rode from Laingsburg to Imlay City.  75 miles.  We hit some rain right as we were riding through Flint which made things a little interesting.  James, Mark's brother who was riding with us, made me laugh when he shouted "Think of the poor!"  Meaning, when the riding gets tough, remember why we are doing this.

Riding in the rain... think of the poor!

Mark dealing with poison ivy... think of the poor!

75 miles of pedaling... think of the poor!

We are doing this for a reason.  Enjoying it much of the time.  Toughing it out some of the time.  But remember the poor.  Who don't always have a place to get out of the rain.  Who can't get the medical care they need to alleviate their suffering.  Who can't afford a bike and have to walk everywhere.