As I was crossing New Jersey heading toward New York City I came to a point were I could see the New York skyline and knew I was close to my journeys end. I felt relieved I had made it but a little sad knowing the end was within sight. And started singing God Bless America and thought about my bicycle ride across this great country.
God Bless America
Irving Berlin 1918
God bless America, land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Throught the night with the light from above
From the mountains to the prairies
To the oceans white with foam
God bless America, my home sweet home
From the mountains to the prairies
To the oceans white with foam
God bless America, my home sweet home
God bless America, my home sweet home
At that point point I realized I had cross this great country by bicycle. From the Pacific Ocean across the desert, mountains, prairie and more moutains to the Atlantic Ocean. All I had left to do was get to Coney Island after a victory lap around Cenral Park.
