llldCUUlc J VMCTIOU miv-i*before Sunday.I pass Mr. Pickard very quickly, slowing only to say “How are you doing?”“Fine.” That’s he al--ways-answers................Typically, I go all out for the first hour, making time before the heat of the day arrives. Then I take a short break to drink a refreshment, take a salt pill or whatever. Then .1 get on my bike and set out again, this time at a slower pace.Soon I pass Mr. Pickard again. “How are you doing?”I ask. “Fine,” he says. Sometimes I pass Mr. Pick- -. ard four times in one day. He's always doing fine. An absolutely remarkable man.ftrpHE SECOND day of the bike ride went well, but then It was expected to. The route betweenJjtorm Lake'- and Fort Dodge is wonderfully • flat and We had a stiff following wind. If you can't bike under those conditions, you can’t bike,But it was hot again, 95 de-, grees in the cool spots. Out on the road, the temperatures must have been in the low 100s.It’s Tuesday we’re all afraid of — that Fort Dodge to Ames leg, It’s hilly and, upless the wind changes, we’ll be riding right into the teeth of a stiff breeze. And it figures to be 100 degrees* again,. Today’s leg will separate the men from the. boys. The boys will survive and the men will die like flies.But if Mr. Pickard can •make it, I can, Probably.★ ★ ★r\NE OF THE truly fine ■*\J things about the ride thus far Is the experience of meeting the Iowa driver again. I mean it.They’re so nice, it’s hard to believe they’re motorists. Theycmilp ihoV U/nuo thou vinlHMilfallbeetheE,11 the the jou: er lt;sibi lautheCthesaiearerethe he 9 : sta £BeamuicaftThPfeler£TtHidcScCOthprurP‘asPiortiitogifc