Just because something has been posted....does no mean its done. i'll be adding more pictures and stories as time passes and i add things as i'm bored
- Bobb
- I'm going on a bike ride this summer. A long one. I won't be updating it real-time, as I'd originally hoped to, but I will be telling my story and sharing pictures here. Click on any picture to make it BIIIIG!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
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Just because something has been posted....does no mean its done. i'll be adding more pictures and stories as time passes and i add things as i'm bored
Day 13
Lancaster, PA to Malvern, PA 46 miles
This is Amish country day. Take note: don't travel through this land on a Sunday. Nothing will be open. On the plus side, you might see some longsleeved volleyball playing.
This was certainly one of the more beautifuller places I went through, with all sorts of interesting other things (like volleyball and baby goats) but I decided to not take any pictures (even of just the scenery) travelling through there, since the Amish don't like pictures of them being taken, so I extrapolatd to their land as well. Go there yourself.
This is Amish country day. Take note: don't travel through this land on a Sunday. Nothing will be open. On the plus side, you might see some longsleeved volleyball playing.
This was certainly one of the more beautifuller places I went through, with all sorts of interesting other things (like volleyball and baby goats) but I decided to not take any pictures (even of just the scenery) travelling through there, since the Amish don't like pictures of them being taken, so I extrapolatd to their land as well. Go there yourself.
Sam & Gail
These are the people who I met through the internet to stay in their home for the night. I have no indication of what sort of people that they might be, aside from their interest in touring on a tandem bike.
They end up being the most interesting, memorable people that I'll meet in the entirely of my trip to this point. I wish I had taken a picture of them, but Gail still hadn't woken up by the time I left in the morning (~11am).
They are both in their late 60s, and have known each other since they were 10. They were in college in Louisiana during the civil rights movement. Since then they've toured the country countless times on both bikes and motorcycles. I could have listened to their stories for days on end.
A recent one: they get in trouble at the grocery store because Sam is sitting on the cart (two baskets on top of each other style one) as Gail pushes him all around the store. It takes a half hour for somebody in the store to work up the nerve to tell the retirees that they are not allowed to do that. They own a huge yellow motorcycle named Big Bird. Their home is chock full of art, especially broken plate mosaics.
PICTURES!!!
They end up being the most interesting, memorable people that I'll meet in the entirely of my trip to this point. I wish I had taken a picture of them, but Gail still hadn't woken up by the time I left in the morning (~11am).
They are both in their late 60s, and have known each other since they were 10. They were in college in Louisiana during the civil rights movement. Since then they've toured the country countless times on both bikes and motorcycles. I could have listened to their stories for days on end.
A recent one: they get in trouble at the grocery store because Sam is sitting on the cart (two baskets on top of each other style one) as Gail pushes him all around the store. It takes a half hour for somebody in the store to work up the nerve to tell the retirees that they are not allowed to do that. They own a huge yellow motorcycle named Big Bird. Their home is chock full of art, especially broken plate mosaics.
PICTURES!!!
Day 9
Cumberland, MD to Hancock, MD 52 miles
Day start out going to the bike shop, to fix my rack. Luckily, they have just the piece that broke (its a wierd rack designed for use with disc brakes... which I do not have), and let me go into the back to change it out myself. They charge me $3 for the piece plus some stainless hardware. I also decide to buy some nicely gel padded gloves from the shop also... just because they were so nice. I'd considered getting gloves before but they didn't seem necessary, though my hands were going numb at times.
Good thing I got the gloves. After the transition from the Great Allegheny Passage to the C&O canal towpath, things got rougher. Crushed limestone turned into run of the mill gravel. More mudpuddles and roots to worry about.
A couple of guys talked to me at the bike shop, for just a second. I caught up to them on the path, and decided to ride with them for a while for company. We ended up eating lunch together at a now-defunct highschool after riding ~15 miles together. They were a couple of pastors, in their 50s, who seemed interested in gathering inspiration and examples and stuff for sermons. Rick and Jerry were their names. Jerry seemed to like when the double path narrowed down into one path, and took mental note to take a picture of it the next time it happened. I wondered what that was about for a while.... it took some time for me to figure it out.
They were both really nice guys and rather interesting in what I was doing. Jerry in particular was interested in the concept of sound (as it was God's voice that begat all) and made the connection to quantum physics of everything.
Day start out going to the bike shop, to fix my rack. Luckily, they have just the piece that broke (its a wierd rack designed for use with disc brakes... which I do not have), and let me go into the back to change it out myself. They charge me $3 for the piece plus some stainless hardware. I also decide to buy some nicely gel padded gloves from the shop also... just because they were so nice. I'd considered getting gloves before but they didn't seem necessary, though my hands were going numb at times.
Good thing I got the gloves. After the transition from the Great Allegheny Passage to the C&O canal towpath, things got rougher. Crushed limestone turned into run of the mill gravel. More mudpuddles and roots to worry about.
A couple of guys talked to me at the bike shop, for just a second. I caught up to them on the path, and decided to ride with them for a while for company. We ended up eating lunch together at a now-defunct highschool after riding ~15 miles together. They were a couple of pastors, in their 50s, who seemed interested in gathering inspiration and examples and stuff for sermons. Rick and Jerry were their names. Jerry seemed to like when the double path narrowed down into one path, and took mental note to take a picture of it the next time it happened. I wondered what that was about for a while.... it took some time for me to figure it out.
They were both really nice guys and rather interesting in what I was doing. Jerry in particular was interested in the concept of sound (as it was God's voice that begat all) and made the connection to quantum physics of everything.
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