It couldn't have been a better day to welcome Gary back to the fold. It was not a heavy mileage day, the sun was shining, the skies were blue and the route was reasonably flat alongside the lake. Very pretty. We were just about last to leave, no surprise there, but we were destined to fall further behind. Unfortunately John suffered a string of 4 punctures inside the first 30 miles. Unlucky.
The part of Erie we saw on the way out seemed very nice and the place seemed prosperous. We were not destined to see much of Pennsylvania, it is a huge state and we sliced along the little hook at the top, but what we saw I liked. Lake Erie was quite visible for a long time and is vast. There were nice little marinas along the way with lighthouses. After 20 miles we got to the New York state line and Gerrard was on the roof of one of the vans takng photos. The Day Care Group, ranks swollen by Sarge's two fiends, Winstone and Cary, were there when we arrived, but soon moved off for us to take over. After our photos we moved off into more of John's punctures.
The last part of Pennsylvania and the first part of New York had huge vineyards and it seemed like France, but the rows of vines seem to be further apart. We saw a machine working on the vines trimming the leaves. The route was delightfl and because of the puncture delays we would overtake and re-overtake John and then Sarge's group with his music going, a combinaton of Bob Marley and The Beatles!! Also the moose was back on Sarge's bike.
The SAG was at 47 miles and I was ready for something to eat, in fact I'm always ready for something to eat at the moment, I have an eat on sight policy. After that we got on quite well, but stopped to take pictures of the places on our world tour, Barcelona, Dunkirk, Angola and Hamburg. On the outskirts of Hamburg we got directions to a restaurant called Jacobi's, which turned out to be very good. That was only about a mile and a half from the hotel, but Al and I did some extra miles trying to find a better sign for Hamburg to take his photo in front of. We eventually did. While we were finding the sign two ladies in a car recognised my Welsh top and shouted out of the window,'We're Welsh.' They stopped a short way down the road and we spoke with them, it turns out that the older lady's father was originally from Swansea.
The distance today was 89.45 miles.
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN 89.45 MILES??????
What happend to the ride around the close (car park) to round it up to 90 miles?
It was great to here your voice the other day, I'm sorry if your credit ran out on your phone.
I'm back in the UK now and quite jet lagged. It was a great trip and I learned and drank a fair amount.
Keep it going dad, you're almost there. I can't wait to see you on Thursday.
Love,
Neil
Yeah, good point bro, 89.45 is ridiculous, you'd get thrown out of a card school for that. To be fair, I'd have made it a century (on my way down to Burger King Drive-thru), but that's just me.
Good luck tomorrow on the final day of riding Dad, can't wait to see you! Safe journey back.
Love,
Gaz & Hels
xx
Well done - not too far to go now. Speed bumps are a pain as I came off in work last week. But then I'm not riding hundres of miles either. Well done on completing so many centuries. I agree with the boys - 89.45 it's just not cricket.
The Great Lakes are amazing look forward to seeing the photos.
Enjoy your last few dats riding and be safe.
Love Jan.
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