It came to Richmond at last and it was incredible. The streets were cleared, we cycled everywhere and the teams & crews sped through town. Up Monument, past confederate generals, over cobbles and down back through the city and up Church Hill.
The flaggers did an unintentionally amusing display of their wrong-side-of-history views and I breathed on land as art of a performance art moment. It was an intense few days and finally we got to ride the route ourselves, though our camera crew was not balanced so crazily on the back of a motorcycle.
