After months...no years, of planning and dreaming, the day has finally arrived. I gave Ingrid a big kiss and she headed to work. Not seeing her every day is going to be toughest part of the trip. Neighbors, Kathleen and Alyssa, and assorted kids poured out to wish me well, which turned out to be short lived, only made it to the end of the block and couldn't remember if I shut the front door...
Next stop, lunch with Mom in Coatesville, PA. She came out to see the bike and try am I might, I could not convince her to get on the back and come with me. Mom turns 92 in September, an event I sadly will miss.
During the afternoon riding through southern Virginia, I was following 3 or 4 car then a truck. Something caught my eye. It looked like the truck had run over a door mat or small piece of plywood. Soon grey smoke was pouring out from under the truck and it was apparent that a tire and blown. Black snakes of shredding tires started flying through the air. The strips of rubber started scattering on the breakdown lane and the passing lane, dancing like worms on a hot skillet. Everyone has seen strips of tire on the side of the road. It is a totally different experience ride through these little demons, each with whiskers of of steel belt. I worried about picking up a piece of steel mesh on one of the tires, but got by unscathed.
Made it to Harrisonburg, VA that night. Ingrid encouraged me to stop for the night, and my lower back agreed. Found a budget hotel and called it a day.
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