'I hate marathons. Hate running. An hour before leaving, I received a text. Instead of 'Good luck,' it was 'We're finished.' So, I went to a bar on 95th next to the subway. Had a few bourbons with some other mope. Then I got on a bike. I took off down the old Highway 750, the Lincoln Highway.' Forget Route 66. This is the original cross-country hig