In the morning, we all checked our email with the free wifi for one last time, and David gave us 7up cake and orange juice for breakfast. The cake was great, but the orange juice was something else. The water David made it with was "natural" meaning it had an insane amount of minerals. In other words, it tastes and smells like the world's most disgusting fart. As a result, the orange juice was disgusting. In order to drink it, we would have to stop breathing, attempt to gulp the orange juice down, and then shove some cake in our mouth. I felt bad for Dennis because he left his glass almost empty in the kitchen because he didn't want the last swallow, but David brought it back out for him to finish! Dennis looked so disappointed. I really hated the OJ, so I gulped it all down immediately and finished it off with the cake, but both Tim and Dennis drew theirs out and had to gulp it down after they ran out of cake.
When Tim was setting up his bike and trailer, he realized that his trailer tire had gone flat. He was really sick of repairing and replacing inner tubes but his bike was sure not cooperating. Then we discovered that somewhere we'd been replacing flats, we had left the patch kit behind! Luckily, David had a patch kit because he houses so many cyclists, so we still have a spare tube for the trailer in case this newly patched tube decides to die.
By the time we fixed everything, Dennis and Marc had already left. We biked to the gas station so we could get a gallon of non-farty water. We also grabbed some chocolate milk, which is always a yummy morning treat. We set off for the day's ride after Tim took a few incorrect turns. We had quite a few big mountain climbs that day. When we finally passed the mountain range, we stopped for a well deserved and late lunch at a hamburger type place at the side of the road. I had the most delicious double cheeseburger I have ever had. It was well done and very juicy. Tim had the southern version of a stromboli; instead of a pizza that is rolled up, their version of a stromboli is a meat patty, italian herbs, spaghetti sauce, and maybe some cheese and veggies on a sub. It's not as good as the Northern version of a stromboli, but it's still good. We also had curly fries, a milkshake, and a hot fudge sundae to split between the two of us. Yum! The best part of this was that the cashier was really nice so we sat and had a fun conversation with him.
After a long day on the bikes, we arrived at a presbytarian church that has a shelter for cyclists with a cold shower, a bathroom, and water. It was a real relief to arrive, and we ate leftover pizza from the night before. Dennis bought a 4 pack of klondike bars so we all had one and they were extra delicious after a long day of mountains. We all set up our tents and fell asleep for the night in order to get an early start.
Time with Tim!
So all those dogs people whine about...they are kind of whiney babies. We've had some herding dogs running with us, and some other odd little dogs, but nothing mean or aggressive. I really think its just people really bad with dogs mace-ing the poor things. As a result, the dogs then fear the next guy. Today a tripod dog chased me and it was just as fast as I was! None of them were vicious, though and my dog-stick has remained sheathed. Today the terrain was like yesterday. Some brilliant Kentucky engineer figured that they should carve rumblestrips all up the whole shoulder, so we have to ride in the car lane. Cars don't like this. Sometimes little plants grow in the divets of the rumble strips. I applaud their ability to break up the roads and show KDOT the error of their ways.
Also today some guy in front of me in the left turn lane put his right blinker on and slowly turned left. I guess it's true about Kentucky intelligence. I feel like I'm just ripping on everyone. I actually really like how pretty the state is, it's just the people that are kind of weird.
Today we were taking a break from a steep climb, and some mountain woman starts screaming at us from her porch. A dude comes out of the trailer waiving a pistol like a chinese near year dragon-puppet-controller. We decided our break was over and continued biking. About two minutes later, two mountain children on a four wheeler pull up besides me and Perry shouting things. There was then a steep downhill and they went away.
We slept at a little free campground with Dennis and Marc. Dennis showed me how to true my wobbly wheel.
When Tim was setting up his bike and trailer, he realized that his trailer tire had gone flat. He was really sick of repairing and replacing inner tubes but his bike was sure not cooperating. Then we discovered that somewhere we'd been replacing flats, we had left the patch kit behind! Luckily, David had a patch kit because he houses so many cyclists, so we still have a spare tube for the trailer in case this newly patched tube decides to die.
By the time we fixed everything, Dennis and Marc had already left. We biked to the gas station so we could get a gallon of non-farty water. We also grabbed some chocolate milk, which is always a yummy morning treat. We set off for the day's ride after Tim took a few incorrect turns. We had quite a few big mountain climbs that day. When we finally passed the mountain range, we stopped for a well deserved and late lunch at a hamburger type place at the side of the road. I had the most delicious double cheeseburger I have ever had. It was well done and very juicy. Tim had the southern version of a stromboli; instead of a pizza that is rolled up, their version of a stromboli is a meat patty, italian herbs, spaghetti sauce, and maybe some cheese and veggies on a sub. It's not as good as the Northern version of a stromboli, but it's still good. We also had curly fries, a milkshake, and a hot fudge sundae to split between the two of us. Yum! The best part of this was that the cashier was really nice so we sat and had a fun conversation with him.
After a long day on the bikes, we arrived at a presbytarian church that has a shelter for cyclists with a cold shower, a bathroom, and water. It was a real relief to arrive, and we ate leftover pizza from the night before. Dennis bought a 4 pack of klondike bars so we all had one and they were extra delicious after a long day of mountains. We all set up our tents and fell asleep for the night in order to get an early start.
Time with Tim!
So all those dogs people whine about...they are kind of whiney babies. We've had some herding dogs running with us, and some other odd little dogs, but nothing mean or aggressive. I really think its just people really bad with dogs mace-ing the poor things. As a result, the dogs then fear the next guy. Today a tripod dog chased me and it was just as fast as I was! None of them were vicious, though and my dog-stick has remained sheathed. Today the terrain was like yesterday. Some brilliant Kentucky engineer figured that they should carve rumblestrips all up the whole shoulder, so we have to ride in the car lane. Cars don't like this. Sometimes little plants grow in the divets of the rumble strips. I applaud their ability to break up the roads and show KDOT the error of their ways.
Also today some guy in front of me in the left turn lane put his right blinker on and slowly turned left. I guess it's true about Kentucky intelligence. I feel like I'm just ripping on everyone. I actually really like how pretty the state is, it's just the people that are kind of weird.
Today we were taking a break from a steep climb, and some mountain woman starts screaming at us from her porch. A dude comes out of the trailer waiving a pistol like a chinese near year dragon-puppet-controller. We decided our break was over and continued biking. About two minutes later, two mountain children on a four wheeler pull up besides me and Perry shouting things. There was then a steep downhill and they went away.
We slept at a little free campground with Dennis and Marc. Dennis showed me how to true my wobbly wheel.
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