Monday, August 24, 2009
We made it!
We got to Virginia Beach on August 15th...exactly 40 days after we left.
Sorry for not updating the blog, but our laptop is on the fritz. It has all the pictures on it and I didn't dare post without pictures. I hope you understand.
Good news is the computer is fixed and we get it back today!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Nauvoo and Carthage
Amish
Iowa is so hilly!
Welcome to IOWA
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Gibbon, Nebraska
Black IceCream!
July 25th
Long and pretty much flat road today. We cruised for 103 miles of generally uphill against the wind sort of stuff. Steph was a champ and had some inspirational pulls.
In New Ramer we saw a rodeo in action. They had calf roping and barrel racing among other things - all we saw was the barrel racing (girls) some of those girls could MOVE!
When we made it into sterling, CO, we met up with the Speight family. Mark, his wife and daughter welcomed us into thier house. great day! We ate black icecream! It was not the most delicious icecream we have eaten...but it did amazing things...like turn everything it touches black! Amazing. We had another great laugh!
Thank you Speights! You guys are great!
The French Man!
Fort Collins to Sterling, CO
The French Man!
After today, both Bill and I wish we knew how to speak French. As we were riding toward Sterling, CO we saw another cyclist coming towards us on the opposite side. We rode to the other side of the street to greet him and find out where he was headed and where he came from. Once we said "hello" we knew that all of our effort might be in vain. He told us he did not speak english. That part we got. And then he started speaking French! We understood that he was going from New York City to San Francisco and that he was from France. And that is all. We then were able to use a little sign language to figure out that he needed water, and wanted to know where he could get a hotel.
We showed him where to get water and where the closest hotel and camp ground was. We also filled up one of his water bottles. I asked if he needed food, and he showed me his chapstick...indicating he had plenty of chapstick. He did have very chapped lips though. Then we all just stood around and smiled...nothing else to say because we didn't know how to say it. We both said goodbye and went our ways.
Moments later Bill and I decided that we should have just given him some of our food....or at least pulled it out. Bill turned around and chased him down. He gave the French man a whole bag of Fig Bars. He said thank-you, and then kept riding.
can you imagine what that frenchman must have thought? "Wow, those fat americans! always keep cookies in thier bags!" we had a good laugh.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Bike Co-op
In other news, when we got into town we found the “bike co-op”. We rolled up and asked for a tube to buy. They said, “we do not sell tubes, but if you would like a tube, we can give one to you.”
This place fixes and refurbishes used bicycles and then gives them to people who need them. The cost of a cheap bike is about twenty hours of community service. The cost of a nicer bike is forty hours or so. If you wanted to fix your bike they would show you how to do it, free of charge.
Amazing place. Inspirational. Steph and I have yet to build our garage, but when we do... It will become a bike co-op.
Ohh SHIFT!
July 24th - Gould to Ft Collins
Today we had a 52 mile descent. It was spectacular, except that Steph got a flat halfway down the hill, which I patched poorly, because the patch failed. So I patched it again one mile later. One mile after that the patch failed again. So steph patched it. Steph’s patch held for about seven miles before we had to pump it up again. So for about thirty miles we pumped the tire up every six or seven miles. Whew!
When we got into town we found a wonderful family to spend the night with. Rita and Tom Brown work for the forest service and have a wonderful house and spectacular garden. (steph and I are inspired again!)
We spent the whole night talking and laughing with the family. Such great people! The "Oh Shift" sign was in their kitchen...left over from when they were cheering on some cyclists at a race.