Riding local, riding abroad. Doesn't matter. "One less car" bike commuting and "Bikes Belong" advocacy, plus "I ride solo" bicycle travel. Racing is fun, but there are so many equally great reasons to ride.
Monday, May 31, 2021
TransAm Day 18
Camping in Lieber SRA, IN. I've modified my ride schedule. I want to ride 1 day, followed by Phil doing 2. The pace is just too much for me to enjoy it. Grocery shopping and running down supplies, like a new awning and water carriers takes a lot of time. I went to Walmart today. It's a store I never use. The 12' awning I got was really too heavy for me to lift into the trailer by myself. I need to pace myself on the heavy lifting. But I replaced my tent with a $44 Walmart one. It's heavy and impractical for backpack trips. But it's roomy and will keep me drier than my bashed up old favorite MSR Hubba. I will get a new Hubba, I hope, after the trip. I'm not sure if they are still available.
Sunday, May 30, 2021
Day 17 0 miles!
Layover in Franklin. My highlight was to bike 0.9 mile to the Rec center for a shower and free WiFi to catch up on bike trip accounts. Most of the day I sat in a camping chair next to the trailer in the sun. Another chilly night comes (low 40s). Brrrr
Layover in Blue Heron Park, Franklin IN
Slept warm and dry, woke to blue skies and random conversations with locals about who we are and what we're doing. Catch up on chores for me. Design the next couple of weeks' cooking duty rotation, and sent my laundry, plus the kitchen box dish towels and pot holders to the local laundry in Tom's car, to be washed and dried by the guys. Tom is from Indiana so he's rest stopped at his house, with his wife, while we take over the gazebo once the Memorial Day weekend birthday parties are wrapped up.
Saturday, May 29, 2021
Barn in Rushville
After this respite it was road work on SR 44, with fresh tarmac followed with the experience of biking on a cheese grater, where the road is scraped and grooved. Absolutely exhausting to ride it. You feel your fillings will fall out of your teeth as you negotiate it. Passing traffic is simply icing on the cake.
Lemon Chess and Oreo Chocolate pie
$4 a slice in the closing up farmers market. Also an opportunity for Auntie Em, the baker, to share her faith. The price list includes a little religious tract.
TransAm Day 16 and camping in a Franklin town park with permission from the superintendent
This apparently is OK in the Midwest. To a Seattle resident well inured to the homelessness blight of home
What a difference a day makes...
Day 15 of TransAm delivered rain, a nearly hypothermic rider dragging into camp at Whitewater Memorial State Park, and the type of soggy and cold camping that makes people swear off tents for the rest of their life. We huddled in the van to choke down dinner and lingered under the scalding shower nozzle longer than necessary. Ye gods a real s**tstorm of a day.
Friday, May 28, 2021
TransAm Day 15 no bike for me
On this rainy humid Friday I get to grocery shop in Waynesville, OH, a town that specializes in country furnishings and antique shops. The tiny, crammed Hometown Market was a challenge for my loaded shopping cart, as was parking the van and trailer. So I'm recovering to easy listening Christian rock in The Butter Churn cafe, which has exquisite Olde tyme decor.
Thursday, May 27, 2021
TransAm Day 14 May 27
Cool morning start after midnight deluge. Lots and lots of cicada exo-skeletons. Plus a cool cloudy start where I thought I'd packed too lightly.
Deer Creek SP camping
After torrential downpour. The weather is certainly delivering today. Another flooding gully washer at midnight. Plus cicada carapaces falling on my tent all night.
Wednesday, May 26, 2021
Ready to roll on Day 13 as van driver
Mosquitoes, humid night in the tent torrential downpour at 7:30 am during packing and breakfast, it's no wonder people travel in big RVs.
How’s this for a municipal building?
Not much time to explore this city but hard to miss this Victorian 2nd Empire confection. It's grandeur makes no sense in this city of boarded up storefronts.
Hunting for bike repair in Zanesville
Not only was the weather torrid, I had developing bike problems. An occasional rattling inside the bike frame became ominously persistent and I knew I had to deal with it. Hurtling downhill at 30+mph when you don't trust the bike is scary. I labored into Zanesville suspecting bottom bracket issues. The new location for three sixty bikes took finding, and nearly 2 hours to correctly diagnose and fix dirt and rust inside my rear wheel hub (thanks to unfamiliar gravel riding on the C&O and GAP) followed by wheel washing, but I'm glad I stopped. I want to ride with confidence in my bike, as the riding itself is so hard.
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