370 miles.
There is some sense of letdown that Ithaca, New York is the final destination. I should've stopped at Niagara Falls.
Dad was waiting for me at my apartment in Ithaca. For the last 100 miles, I stayed upright by thinking of the big moment when I finally finish this ride, Dad there to greet me. When I pulled up the apartment, I saw his car in the parking spot. I parked the bike and walked in. "Hello?" I said.
Dad was asleep on the couch. Some moments are better left to the imagination.
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