Everyone was happy to get out of Jacksonville. The traffic was pretty tough. We got there just when Camp Lejune was quitting for the day. Those people don't really believe in "Share the Road". Beverly was "brushed " by a guy in a pickup truck. The right side rear view mirror hit her on the side just enough to push her off the pavement. She didn't go down and according to her had a only a little red mark on her left side. Obviously it could have been much worse. She did call 911 and the police came but I don't think the driver was sited.
Had my first flat today. Luckily it was at a place where I could get off to the side and change it. Jack, the Israeli, had a flat on a bridge and had to walk his bike to the end of the bridge where he could get out of traffic. Other than that the weather was good and the wind was at our backs so the miles went quickly.
Tomorrow is our longest day- 118 miles to Charleston.
Sam,
ReplyDeleteTell your friend, Beverly, to relax a bit and knock off the aggressive biking. That was a nice picture from Jacksonville -- I think I would opt for shrimp and Corona at that site instead of being inside at the Round Them up Corall or whatever that place was where you had dinner.
After 118 miles today, why not ride tomorrow in a motorcycle side car with audio entertainment and snacks.
I read about a guy who walked the route that the Delaware Indians took when they were pushed west to Oklahoma -- 2,000 miles. When he got to their Oklahoma Reservation they welcomed him and gave him an Indian name: Ohelemuxwet, or "One Who Walks a Long Way." I'm going to think hard like that about a name to put on you after your bike travels. Let's see -- mmmmm -- oh, well, I'll give it more thought later. DI