93 miles is the furthest our team has riden on this trip so far. I was mentally prepared for this ride. I knew the beginning would be tough getting out of Pittsburgh with its very steep grades during rush hour. Pittsburgh roads were made before regulations of road grades were created. Being a city stuck between two mountains, getting into Pittsburgh is very easy and getting out is very taxing. It took us almost two hours to get out of the city- not even 15miles. Not kiding. These roads were STEEP and not paved well. I chained out twice in the first six miles.There was alot of frustration throughout this ride. Many of our cues were not descriptive enough or just not accurate. Many of the roads were unmarked. One group got lost 15 miles off of the projected route. They managed to get a police escort on an interstate to cut their ride to 75 miles! How cool! We spent much of the second half of the ride unsupported because of the group that got lost and bike issues. Therefore, we had to search for place to fill up our water. At mile 68 we ran out of water and we were exhausted. We stopped at a gas station. It was packed with people in polos. We went to the front counter to ask to fill up our water bottles. One of the men in polos jumped out and asked where we were riding and we gave him our story. He immediately offered us bottled water and anything in his store on him. He owned it. Amazing. I joked that I will only drink cold Aquafina the rest of the ride.Just outside the gas station preparing to take off, a man stopped us and handed me a few dollars. Then $15. Then a $20. He told us to get lunch and food for the night. He was from Florida and listened to our story in the station. He said his name was Jerry (something) and if we ever go to were he was from, he would buy us dinner. He is the only one in the phonebook under his name. This man didn't know us for more than five minutes and showed generosity and care because of a cause that hits home all across the United States.Lost again. We ended up in a "not so good" part of West Virginia. We met the van and conversed about how to get back on track towards Cadiz. While the van searched for our route, we waited under an overpass. Homeless people and intimidating locals roamed the street. A fireman walked up to us and asked us to push a car down a street for a woman. Conor and I gave Greg the job of watching our bikes. The car to push was not very close, try four of five blocks. We pushed it to a gas station, passing Greg on the way. He was terrified. We pushed it to the gas station and the woman was so thankful that she bought us all gatorade. After the purchase, Conor and I sprinted down the street to Greg. To our surprise, Greg was conversing with a homeless man who was very interested in our ride. At the end of the conversation, the man pulled three dollars out of his pocket and gave us one. Indescribable.Back on the road. About a mile down and a few turns in, we faced a very long, demanding uphill. Too bad I already used up my leg muscles to push that woman's car! I finished the hill in disbelief that I found strength to finish it out. 20 miles and many rolling Ohio hills later, we made it to our stayover. Across the street is an ice cream shop. I visited it 3 times today. I love burning 6000 calories a day.Tomorrows ride should be much easier. Maybe a cool 70 miles over plains with a group that I normally do not ride with. Should be exciting!