DAY 23: GEORGETOWN - CHARLESTON
Yesterday started out kind of lousy, as I discovered that my rear rack (what holds my panniers) had snapped from the stress of loaded touring after too many miles. I am happy to note that I am apparently made of sterner stuff than aluminum alloy.
I went around Georgetown, which is not a particularly beautiful place, on a fruitless mission to replace the rack. I eventually took it to a metalworker in order to get the rack welded, but as it would have taken considerable money, and worse, time, Mei Mei courageously agreed to carry half of the weight that it normally supported.
So we took off from Georgetown, now quite late, and traversed the 60 plus miles to Charleston. The ride was monotonous with a good deal of traffic, and it seemed far longer than 60 miles.
Lady Fortune smiled upon me, however, and suggested that I lay in for a stock of good malt liquor by which to fortify my constitution for the rigors of the open road. Verily indeed, my friend, did said malted hops gird me with the Strength and Attitude to overcome the weary ennui of sober locomotion.
Upon reaching the outskirts of Charleston, we pulled up before what has got to be one of the tallest, longest and narrowest bridges I have ever seen. No room for bikes, tiny lanes, rush hour traffic, and nowhere else to go. Yes, my friends, we were staring at our certain doom. Mei Mei and I shared a long and loaded look and decided that there was no better way to end it then on the open road when--
A truck pulled up and offered us a ride. Helen, the driver, turned out to be an angel that had been sent to rescue us. She took us back to her place where we showered and locked up our bikes and then she took us out for some fine Southern vegan cuisine. This morning, after sleeping at her house, we went with her to an early morning meditation session that was both interesting and relaxing. Helen, thank you so much for all of your fascinating conversations and your kind help.
Today we will most likely finish with our voter registration efforts, as today is the last day to register in many states and begin out get-out-the-vote efforts.
I went around Georgetown, which is not a particularly beautiful place, on a fruitless mission to replace the rack. I eventually took it to a metalworker in order to get the rack welded, but as it would have taken considerable money, and worse, time, Mei Mei courageously agreed to carry half of the weight that it normally supported.
So we took off from Georgetown, now quite late, and traversed the 60 plus miles to Charleston. The ride was monotonous with a good deal of traffic, and it seemed far longer than 60 miles.
Lady Fortune smiled upon me, however, and suggested that I lay in for a stock of good malt liquor by which to fortify my constitution for the rigors of the open road. Verily indeed, my friend, did said malted hops gird me with the Strength and Attitude to overcome the weary ennui of sober locomotion.
Upon reaching the outskirts of Charleston, we pulled up before what has got to be one of the tallest, longest and narrowest bridges I have ever seen. No room for bikes, tiny lanes, rush hour traffic, and nowhere else to go. Yes, my friends, we were staring at our certain doom. Mei Mei and I shared a long and loaded look and decided that there was no better way to end it then on the open road when--
A truck pulled up and offered us a ride. Helen, the driver, turned out to be an angel that had been sent to rescue us. She took us back to her place where we showered and locked up our bikes and then she took us out for some fine Southern vegan cuisine. This morning, after sleeping at her house, we went with her to an early morning meditation session that was both interesting and relaxing. Helen, thank you so much for all of your fascinating conversations and your kind help.
Today we will most likely finish with our voter registration efforts, as today is the last day to register in many states and begin out get-out-the-vote efforts.
posted by ride for change at 10/02/2004
2 Comments:
I am a voyeur piqued by your postings and only wish I would have joined in for more of the adventure! Here's to making it across that bridge. Yes, angels are everywhere among us. Y'all Yankees rock. Keep it up and oh yeah see if y'all can find any hotties to ship my way in the Queen City. :-). Go Panthers.
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