Journal Entry #9
Monday 6 August 2001
We left Bardstown with regrets as we were
unable to take any of the distillery tours that were in town. Bardstown
is famous for the many fine liquors that are made there such as Jim
Bean, Jamison, and Jack Daniels. With much regret we decided that it
would not be best to fill our bodies and water bottles with the products
above. Now granted it would make the biking experience much more
interesting, but probably not safer.
Because we enjoyed the previous shortcuts
that we took, when Chris said that he found a shortcut that would keep
us off the main Hwy and be shorter than the route by 5 miles, we took
it... Problem: Missing turn and ending up 3 miles out of town on main
Hwy. It ended up putting us at the same mileage as if we had biked the
route, but our lives came closer to being taken as the "nice"
Kentucky drivers buzzed by us.
When we got to Chavies for the night
Steve and Chris worked their MoJo to get us a church stay. We had the
basement of the church to ourselves and was very nice and cool. It was
great to be able to have lights and a dry, cool environment after being
in the hot, muggy day. We even found a hose to shower under so life was
very good. Dan played guitar and cooked eggs in the morning so for a
brief second it was hard to remember that we where living off our bikes
for two months.
As we headed into the cool morning
Appalachia fog we quickly remembered that we were biking as the coal
trucks came buzzing by us, nearly taking us and the oncoming traffic out
every time. We got honked at by many people, but I am not sure if it is
because they didn't like us being there or if it was Steve's sign that
read "Honk! If you like our SPANDEX!" I am guessing that they
honked cause they didn't like us being there.
While in Chavies I talked to my Mom and
Nicole who both asked me if it had rained anymore. It rained the next
day shortly after we started. Thankfully it stopped long enough to allow
us to dry out and make biking almost enjoyable before it started dumping
on us again. We ended the day in Dorton where I met a man named Rodney
who volunteered his 30ft car port for us to sleep under. It was the best
thing we could have asked for. We showered under the hose in the rain.
Had a dry area to sleep and a bathroom to use. He and his wife kept a
potentially miserable night from occurring.
As we all slowly came back from our
comatose state the next morning we were very happy to see it still
raining outside. Needless to say we didn't leave the carport quickly.
After the morning fog lifted and the rain stopped the potential for a
nice day appeared...Until Paul decided he wanted to wash and clean his
chain. Shortly afterwards, it started raining again. Then several hills
and many hours later it turned into a nice day while we entered
Virginia. (We like Virginia much safer and nicer people -- basically
fewer hill billies). It continued to get nicer out until it turned into
a beautiful day. Then as we went around a corner on the way down a hill
the downpour started. It was raining so hard that it hurt. (And it
wasn't hail this time!) The rain continued as we biked to Rosedale where
we stayed at a Methodist Church that doubles as a hostel. Once again a
dry area kept the night from being miserable.
We got up early on Sunday to clean up our
mess before church started but as we were about done I found a bulletin
that stated the service was at 10:00. We finished cleaning about 8:00.
Oh well, sleep is overrated. We then headed out and took a 20+ mile
shortcut to avoid Damascus (Hwy 11 from Marion to Wytheville) Not only
did it drop the miles but we also missed many big hills--shortcuts are
good!!
Last night we stayed in Wytheville. When
we got there we headed to the town pool to attempt to get a shower.
After talking to some people they said they would let us shower even
though they were having a private party. After the person I was talking
to realized we were bikers he introduced himself as Trent, mayor of the
city. Man it is strange how things work out. When I asked the best place
to eat he volunteered the leftover food from the church picnic that they
were having. Man, free shower, lodging, swimming, and food--I don't get
treated that well at home!
Currently I am at the Radford Library
while I wait for my wheel to get fixed from an off-roading incident...I
am going to spare the details, but basically I slid off the road with my
rear tire as I avoided a car that was in my lane as I went around a
corner bombing down a hill. That caused my rim to crack so it is being
replaced.
Everyone else stayed in Wytheville to
wait for the bike shop there to open as Paul had to fix a bulge in his
tire with duct tape yesterday (watch for upcoming photo -- is is FUNNY)
We will catch up and head past Christianburg today...last map.
We will finish Saturday and the
excitement is brewing. We are so close now we can almost smell the salt
water... The mixed feeling are beyond words. The only way to explain it
is to do it. Until next time...
Ride on...
Jason, Steve, Paul, Dan, Chris, John