Day 4: I Am An Army Captain in a Fragile Little Tank
My bike sputters, whirs, and clicks down the highways, though somehow always moving forward. It's overwhelming at times. Last night we stayed at a really cheesy RV Park that was built as infrastructure to support the local amusement park WONDERWORLD! A goose took a bowel movement outside my tent under the cover of night.
To give you a quick recap (Again I find myself with a time limit, in a library with too few computers)
Day 2:
We leave Princeton
We cross at Washington's Crossing.
We get the third degree by the Blue Bell Police: An attractive but angry policeman denies us permission to camp in the park, and begins to tell us about the mean streets of Blue Bell. According to him... it is "more dangerous than Brooklyn or Detroit. His equally attractive, but less angry fireman counterpart gives us permission to camp behind the fire station. But before we get set up, A very nice couple (Ed and Maureen) let us sleep in the house.
For More Details.... see my crazyguy blog (link is on the right)
Day 3:
I leave my water bottles in Ed and Maureens house
I pace outside their house wondering if it is a bad idea to just walk in and take them.
I go ahead and try, out of desperation, but it is locked.
I pace outside their house wondering if it is a bad idea to just walk in and take them.
I go ahead and try, out of desperation, but it is locked.
We ride through Amish Country... Really, really cool. 
I learn that the amish are a bit stand-offish. That guy in WITNESS was right to mock them.
We find a cheesy RV park
I get a Chinese buffet and sit next to an amish family.
Day 4:
In the strangle little town of Columbia, we eat at a really amazing cafe where one woman (Cathy) runs everything herself. It is not unlike a nice home cooked meal inside her living room.
In the strangle little town of Columbia, we eat at a really amazing cafe where one woman (Cathy) runs everything herself. It is not unlike a nice home cooked meal inside her living room.
On day 3, Matt fell of his bike in Morgantown and we both got really demotived. It was the first time I actually questioned whether I really wanted to do this. Luckily It was only a few miles from Amish country, which was rejuvinating.
I still can't believe that this bike doesn't get crushed under my weight. It just continues to sputter along.
This is the Sesquehannah River (sp?)
This is a picture of me dipping my rear wheel into the Atlantic Ocean.
4 comments:
Ah, Street Road. The main drag of my childhood. One small request: Could you either get into more fights or save someone (emotionally or physically) in ever town you enter? Could this blog be more like the Incredible Hulk TV Show?
Ann, My arch-nemsis, At last we meet.... For so long I have been dying to tell you that I hate you. But I know how you get, and so I'll just thank you for your interest. It is appreciated. PS. I'm actually doing this ride for a charity that Hurls bits of food at 9-11 Widows as they get their mail. So... we have that in common.
Headless Steve, your anger only fuels my ambition but I am wholly supportive of your charity work. When you get back into town you should join me at a weekly BBQ Ron Silver hosts. We dine on only the most expensive Steaks and drink from the heady wine of our own moral superiority.
Hahah. Is this blog telling its story backwards?
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