I hate marathons. Hate running. An hour before leaving, I received a text. Instead of ‘Good luck,’ it was ‘We’re finished.’ So, I went to a bar on 95th next to the subway. Had a few bourbons with some other mope. Then I got on a bike. I took off down the old Highway 750, the Lincoln Highway.’ Forget Route 66. This is the original cross-country highway that takes you through REAL America, the first to cross all of the US from the Big Apple to the City on the Bay. This is THE road trip. On a bike.