We woke up the next day with a desperation to get as far away as possible from Catawba, VA. To make things worse, it was rainy, and the terrain was still hilly. We were feeling much better than the day before, though, so there was some improvement. The day had a lot of hard hills, but it was pretty uneventful. We stopped at a burger king for lunch because it was a Sunday, and nothing is open on Sundays. I won us a free double stacker burger! We dried out in the restaurant, and it stopped raining...and then we walked back outside and the downpour resumed. Boo. We passed a really haunted looking Days Inn and decided we'd bike to the next motel. When we got to the next motel, we walked in and a frigid lady cried about her newly shampooed floors being "destroyed" by our bikes. First off, why would you put bright white carpets in a hotel? That's asking for problems. Second off, at the end of the day, I am MUCH dirtier than my bike. We decided we didn't like this lady and weren't going to give her business, so we kept biking until we found a Motel 8 with free wifi! We checked in, showered, and realized the only food around was Burger King...so we had dinner there, too. This time, we won five french toast sticks, and a whopper. I also discovered that BK's Mocha Joe is pretty awesome. We returned to the motel, threw all of our clothes in the tub, and for that we spent the rest of the night trying to dry our clothes to avoid it in the morning.
Time with Tim!
More rain :( It rained all day and we still went 71 miles (the other guys we talked to all sat this day out in a motel). It was pretty miserable and hilly. While biking through this sad, poor area, I began wondering what these people do. There are no companies to work for here, but I targeted 4 booming businesses. The first is the junk trade. People here love junk more than a fat kid loves cake. They can't get enough of it! Their yards are FILLED with broken cars, pieces of metals, beer cans, tacky yard things, pieces of wood, toys, pieces of cars, broken tractors, old sinks, you name it. It would be a prettier place if these people would pack up and move this stuff to a junkyard. Business 2 is NO TRESPASSING/NO HUNTING/KEEP OUT/WE SELL METAL ROOFING signs. People love those things. On one gate, I saw six different NO TRESPASSING signs within inches of each other. I guess they want people to stay out of their junk stash. A side effect of this business is the pro-junk-hauler. These working-age men seemingly load their pickup bed and junk trailer with more junk than humanly possible, then transport it to unknown whereabouts every day. Business 3 is metal roofing. This one is a mystery to me, but apparently the metal roofer monger is of high social importance here. They proudly display their generic "WE SELL METAL ROOFING" signs everywhere. What is confusing is all the different mongers have the EXACT same metal roofing sign. Is there some club of metal roofers that distributes these? Does the union of sign-printers (see business 2) rorce them to use this? Finally, me being from the North, I have no idea why these people want metal roofing so bad. It's kind of tacky, and gets all rusty looking. Business 4 is the pro-lawn-mower. I estimate 23% of people in the western part of VA are pro-lawn-mowers. They mow the lawn when they should be at work. Oh well. At night we got denied a room from some crusty old woman at an empty motel. She claimed our bikes would get her new carpets dirty. After staring incredulously at this woman, I realized that some people really do need to major in "Hospitality" in college. Hospitality is a major at RIT. We biked 6 more miles and stayed at a chain motel to dry out.
Time with Tim!
More rain :( It rained all day and we still went 71 miles (the other guys we talked to all sat this day out in a motel). It was pretty miserable and hilly. While biking through this sad, poor area, I began wondering what these people do. There are no companies to work for here, but I targeted 4 booming businesses. The first is the junk trade. People here love junk more than a fat kid loves cake. They can't get enough of it! Their yards are FILLED with broken cars, pieces of metals, beer cans, tacky yard things, pieces of wood, toys, pieces of cars, broken tractors, old sinks, you name it. It would be a prettier place if these people would pack up and move this stuff to a junkyard. Business 2 is NO TRESPASSING/NO HUNTING/KEEP OUT/WE SELL METAL ROOFING signs. People love those things. On one gate, I saw six different NO TRESPASSING signs within inches of each other. I guess they want people to stay out of their junk stash. A side effect of this business is the pro-junk-hauler. These working-age men seemingly load their pickup bed and junk trailer with more junk than humanly possible, then transport it to unknown whereabouts every day. Business 3 is metal roofing. This one is a mystery to me, but apparently the metal roofer monger is of high social importance here. They proudly display their generic "WE SELL METAL ROOFING" signs everywhere. What is confusing is all the different mongers have the EXACT same metal roofing sign. Is there some club of metal roofers that distributes these? Does the union of sign-printers (see business 2) rorce them to use this? Finally, me being from the North, I have no idea why these people want metal roofing so bad. It's kind of tacky, and gets all rusty looking. Business 4 is the pro-lawn-mower. I estimate 23% of people in the western part of VA are pro-lawn-mowers. They mow the lawn when they should be at work. Oh well. At night we got denied a room from some crusty old woman at an empty motel. She claimed our bikes would get her new carpets dirty. After staring incredulously at this woman, I realized that some people really do need to major in "Hospitality" in college. Hospitality is a major at RIT. We biked 6 more miles and stayed at a chain motel to dry out.
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