Request for help for an injured cycling friend

Two years ago on our trek we were hosted by Susan and John Egbers in St. Cloud, MN. Typical of our warm showers hosts they were generous, open and helpful. Below I have excerpted our blog entry from that stay:

“John and Susan were our warm showers hosts and they welcomed us in. After showers and re cycling we had a great dinner of “American Bento Box.” Susan helps a friend whose restaurant is selling her version of the bento box with rice, quinoa, chicken, red meat, veggies, freshly chopped ginger all topped with various sauces. Our meal was essentially leftovers from the weekly market the night before so it may have been the best and most nutritious free meal we’ve had.

After a great dinner and night’s sleep we got away early. John was kind enough to hop on his bike and guide us out of town and on our way.  Several days ago we met a cyclist from Minnesota who advised us that the official American Cycling maps take a big semi circle around Minneapolis and bring you in from the east and he suggested staying on the rail to trails into St. Cloud and into Minneapolis from the west. This change saved at least a day on our trek if not two and many miles.

So, thanks to John we got on our route quickly and enjoyed a full day of tail winds. His directions were turn perfect and Susan’s cookies kept us energized til we reached our rendezvous point where our friend Steve from Paradise Valley (he and Craig also have a fantastic house in the Golden Valley part of Minneapolis) met us.”

John was competing in the Trans America Bike Race this year on the route (albeit West to East) we had planned to ride across the country. Last week John was struck by a vehicle in Kansas and is facing a grueling recovery and possible paralysis. Susan has set up a GoFundMe site to help with what will be staggering expenses and we have donated. If you can help them in any way your generosity will be deeply appreciated. Here is the web address for John’s site:

https://www.gofundme.com/john-egbers-medical-expenses

Day 4 – A SAD END

Well, faithful blog followers, this will be a short adventure! Today outside of Charlottesville, VA, we decided to abandon our trek. It became clear that Charles’ preparation for this ride was not up to the challenge and for him, continuing without a 100% commitment was not in the cards. Headwinds, narrow roads with little or no shoulders and heat contributed to the situation. This was a hard decision to reach and for now, there is an air of sadness about giving up the quest.

We are lucky to have such great friends as Jim and Camilla who dropped everything and drove the 2 hours to pick us up. We will stay with them for a few days and nurse the wounds then return to Phoenix on Saturday.

We will recover and Charles will dedicate the rest of the summer to preparation and physical conditioning for knee replacement in October.

Even though we are not finishing our ride this time, The Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation is worthy of your continuing support. Thank you for your contributions and for following us and if we embark again on Bikewright 3.0 we will be sure to let you know.

Day 3 — Biting off more than we could chew

After waving goodbye to our warm shower hosts this morning, we planned on riding from Ashcake, VA to just past Charlottesville, to Crozet, VA.  We anticipated riding 78 miles over hilly terrain.  The weather was hot and humid.  But worst of all, we faced a strong headwind all day.  Long story short, we crashed—physically, not actually—just after climbing into Charlottesville.  The photo below is Charles calling some of our closest friends to see if we might be able to stay with their friend in Charlottesville.AD3E949E-9A7C-4051-80C8-25CF12C9C49B We got to a gas station in Charlottesville just as a huge thunderstorm passed over us, with a deluge of rain and hail.  Our reluctance to ride in a thunderstorm combined with our fatigue got the better of us and we called a taxi to drive us the 12.5 miles remaining to our warm showers hosts.

The taxi story deserves a bit of elucidation.  As already mentioned, we pulled into the gas station just ahead of the storm but the roof over the pumps was not sufficient to keep us dry in the lashing rain, so Maja asked the convenience store manager if we could pull our bikes into an empty room with tables and chairs associated with the fried chicken counter in the store.  The manager at first said no, but Maja sweet talked him into changing his mind and so we planned to sit out the storm there.  It was then that we noticed what looked like a homeless man sleeping at one of the tables.  Long story short, he overheard us talking about our options for getting to Crozet—riding, taxi—and took charge.  He called a buddy at the local yellow cab and a little over an hour later, we were on our way to Crozet.  Our very nice cab driver affirmed that our guardian angel is, indeed, homeless.  He sleeps in his Crown Vic in which he also ferries customers.  We are extremely grateful that he took a liking to us, because the hotels in Charlottesville appeared to be sold out and we certainly weren’t looking forward to more hills and rain on the way to Crozet at what, by then, was a pretty late hour.

So, with the story of our 12.5 mile cheat behind us, let’s get back to the ride.  All in all it was a pretty ride and relatively uneventful.

FDC3511F-A260-450E-B6AD-2AF10A28CB0ACharles had some problems with his front brake rubbing the tire for a bit and slowing him down.  But we stopped and removed the tire (and put it back on!) and things seemed to work better from there on.

We rode on an extremely hairy road past James Monroe’s mansion and Monticello.  The lanes were so narrow and the roads so windy and hilly that traffic backed up behind us as we slowly climbed the relatively steep slopes.  It was pretty nerve wracking and we were happy that no accidents ensued.  The drivers were amazingly patient.

Maja is especially thankful for the large number of churches on our route for the bathrooms they make available to us, since peeing in the bushes is not an option given all the poison ivy everywhere.

Our warm showers hosts are very bike friendly—see our bathroom below.  In fact, they set up an aid station during the Race Across America that takes our route, but from West to East.  The record for the 4,230 mile race is 17 days, unassisted!!044A871D-6275-4C82-A599-70B1AF7983A3

Tomorrow will be our toughest climb so far.  And we thought today was bad. Total miles are estimated to be around 60 miles. Luckily, the wind is supposed to be at our backs.  Fingers crossed.6B282E85-8B54-4966-8F87-A5AA95944F5A

 

Day 2 — RICH WHO? RICH MOND!

We enjoyed a restful night at the Quality Inn with our bikes resting in the room with us then got up for the free hotel breakfast and lunch sandwich making, just like old times. But since they had no peanut butter, we used cream cheese. Because we had re-routed ourselves yesterday just to find the hotel, we faced some back tracking but fortunately discovered a more direct path back to our mapped itinerary, but this involved riding on some very busy rush hour streets and highways with no shoulders til we rejoined the route.52363436-877A-4493-B4A3-19501A4E8BB6

From there traffic thinned a bit and we headed west, our destination the town of Bumpass (seriously) where we once again broke off the proscribed route to find our first Warm Showers hosts of this trip near the town of Ashcake.4F2D76B2-3B7D-4523-83FD-90C2CEE8C199

All of today we enjoyed clear skies and very little wind but continued to see the results of the deluges they have had around VA with washed out roads and flooded forests and fields. We imagine that mosquitos will be a huge problem in a few weeks.CD58A89D-953F-4A80-B654-9362EC6CA5F9

We passed by the campus of Randolph Macon University and later stopped for lunch at picnic tables next to a country church with a light breeze to rejuvenate us. We did see a few fixer uppers we thought might be good reno projects.

The town of Ashland, VA, where Randolph Macon is located has train tracks running through the center of town, flanked by all the towns nicest homes. We were told that the tracks went in after the houses were built.1E057FB9-ACFF-43DB-951C-C7FCAE2E9D2A

We passed some gorgeous horse country, flooded rivers and fields, and historic buildings along the route. Had we stopped at all of the historic markers, we would still be riding.

Somewhere toward the end of the ride, we realized that Maja’s tire was loose in the frame. Who knows how long she’s been riding likes that. But it sure did make a difference to the speed of her cycling once it was fixed.

Not quite reaching Bumpass (sorry, Foley, no photo!) we took a small road to our hosts’ house and trusted Google maps to direct us. That app failed us and took us to another house some 2 miles distant so after contacting Dana, we had to backtrack to their house. Our hosts are incredibly friendly and kept us entertained with stories of bears, washed out culverts, fencing and family lore. After a nice dinner and conversation (they used to live in Cleveland Park) and a quick load of laundry we will rest for a vigorous ride tomorrow, 78 miles and hills!

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!

Dawn got us out of bed and to the ritual loading of our bikes—our trusty steeds. Last night we watched the Preakness from the Yorktown Pub amid a cheering throng of diners/drinkers. Good symmetry between Justify’s second win and our second ride. If Justify wins the triple crown, do we need to ride a third time? Don’t hold your breath.

After loading our bikes we rode to the traditional starting (or ending if you’re riding west to east) point—the Yorktown Victory Monument commemorating the American Revolutionary War victory of 1781.F2BDEBBA-8362-4496-B590-F98DFB97F795 Although Congress approved the monument shortly after the war’s end, it failed to fund the monument for a century so it wasn’t completed until 1884! Some things never change. We then performed the ritual of dipping our rear tires in the Atlantic to be followed at the end of our trek with the baptism of the front tires in the Pacific.

 

So, full of hope and optimism we headed West out of Yorktown on the Colonial Parkway to the tune of the National Anthem (we kid you not), we presume from some nearby military facility and the perfume of honeysuckle. Leaves of poison ivy waved us forward. img_0492An hour or so later, we stopped for an excellent breakfast in Williamsburg at “Aromas”, based on a recommendation by a very friendly local out for his morning ride. With the exception of one pickup truck that purposefully blew black sooty smoke out of its exhaust—called “rollin’ coal”—, everyone we’ve met so far has been incredibly friendly!

The Parkway connects the Yorktown, Williamsburg, Jamestown triangle and once at the terminus we connected to the Virginia Capital Trail – pedestrians and cyclists only – for 35 miles. img_0490It was enjoyable not to have to focus on oncoming or following car traffic, although we were battling a 10-15 mph headwind the whole way. In fact, the headwind was the bane of our existence, today. That said, one of the roads we took later in the day had been closed due to flooding just yesterday following 4 days of torrential downpours. So, in that respect we were lucky that the road was open and the day was dry.img_0504

Sadly, not long after our “lunch” of a Cliff Bar and banana, img_0501we had to leave the Trail for some country roads, but not before we met a French couple whose bikes could not possibly have been more loaded down. They have been riding in the US, Cuba and Chile for the past 9 months and have logged over 9,000 miles. They were very happy to be able to converse “en francais” since they said their English wasn’t that good. We were happy to meet some cyclists more crazy than we are. “Formidable!”

Having left Yorktown with the Revolutionary War echoing in our ears, we entered the Civil War era as we climbed away up into the countryside. Our route took us past the site of the Seven Day’s Battles at Malvern Hill, battles that, according to the signs, had more influence on the course of the war than any others.img_0511

Riding past these battlefields, we fought our own battle against fatigue, wind, heat and route uncertainty. Four miles from our hotel we encountered a Road Closed sign placed apparently after the heavy rains the area has had. As we pondered an alternate route, another cyclist approached and said he had driven the “closed” road the day before but wasn’t sure about bikes. He took off toward the closure (downhill) then a few minutes later road back uphill to us to say he thought if we stayed in the center of the roadway through the flooded area we would be alright … and we were! Thank you kind stranger.

As the expected 4 miles came and went with no hotel in sight, we switched to Google maps and discovered we still had an almost unbearable 5.5 miles to go. Our optimism, hope and enthusiasm flown away, we had nothing to do but slog ahead and finally arrived at the hotel 10 hours after we left Yorktown! We collapsed into our room to begin rejuvenating mind and body, a decent meal at the “Mexico Restaurante” helped!

Tomorrow we head north and west and will stay with our first Warm Shower host of this trip.

On the road again

Tomorrow we will dip our rear tires into the water here in Yorktown, Virginia where the good citizens have paved a bike path to the water’s edge to save our gears from starting our ride sand encrusted. It’s hard to believe that we will, once again, be embarking on a cross-country adventure. We feel we are in worse shape than last time, but with the experience of our WA-ME ride under our belts, we are more confident of our ability to ride ourselves into shape. Time will tell. We hope you will enjoy the ride with us. And don’t forget that you can leave comments.

Post ride FAQs

We are still enjoying ourselves and our “recovery” here in Maine and are now at the Spruce Point Inn in Boothbay Harbor. This morning was spent kayaking and the afternoon on a whale watch boat trip so we are certainly not stressed! Some questions we’d like to answer about our ride and if you have any of your own, please post them in the “comment” tab and we’ll answer them.

How many miles a day did we ride?

We were on our bikes 71 of the 79 days for a total of 4230 miles which works out to 59.57 miles per day and averaged between 11 and 12 miles per hour. Our longest mileage was the wind-aided day in Montana, 104 miles, and the shortest was probably on July 4th, around 34 miles. There were some 70 and 80 mile days in there as well. We had 8 rest days where we did nothing at all but recharge our engines, laundry, bike repair etc.

Did we have any major bike breakdowns?

None. The Surley Disc Truckers are amazingly sturdy and reliable bikes and Vanessa at Landis Cyclery in Tempe set them up and fitted them perfectly for us. On a side note, our friend Vanessa is moving with her family to California before we get back to Phoenix so we won’t be able to share our road stories with her in person but we’ll stay in touch. We did have 5 flat tubes, one in Montana and 4 in two days of riding on the Interstate in North Dakota. We replaced both front and rear tires on both bikes due to the plain old wear and tear of the road. In Minneapolis we had the bikes checked out, cables and brakes tightened and both chains replaced, again normal wear and tear.

How many hours a day did we ride and where did we spend the nights?

In general, we tried to get on the road by 7 o’clock each day. The early start was to avoid the heat of the day and to get some miles in before the winds picked up. Also on most days we were able to dodge going-to-work traffic. We would pedal for 25 miles or so (about 2 hours) and take a snack break, bananas and protein bars and then resume biking until lunch, usually around 11:30 and then plan on stopping between 1:00 and 2:00. So it wasn’t that we were on the bikes every waking minute but probably 5 to 7 hours daily.

At the beginning we camped a bit but with the noise of the campgrounds and RV parks (dogs, trains, other campers – one woman next to us in Washington was on the phone to her friend at 3:00 am … loudly chattering away) we we weren’t getting enough “good” sleep to help us keep going day after day. We then shipped most of our camping gear back to Phoenix and utilized Warm Showers and hotels after that. We also shipped back our cold weather gear once we crossed the Continental Divide and later shipped some things we didn’t need anymore which emptied out our front panniers that we shipped back, too. So we were definitely lighter by the end of the trip.

What were your favorite and least favorite parts of the ride?

The most beautiful scenery along the route was in the mountains but also the hardest biking. Going through the Cascades and then Glacier NP were, I think, our favorite segments. Every day had its own challenge and beauty so there was never a terrible, horrible day but some of the hardest to get through were the rides into Browning, Montana, because of the endless hills and added mileage; after Wolf Point, Montana, because of the strong headwind; and some of the days in Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine caused by the numerous steep climbs. On the whole, we would both agree that the adventure was fun and enjoyable. We really enjoyed the long rail to trail paths in Minnesota and Wisconsin, the ride in the UP of Michigan, the Erie Canal and many others.

Be sure to post any questions you’d like us to answer. We’ll try to break ourselves away from activities like the below to answer them!!!!

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Day 81 – Relax

Day 81 – Recovery

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A deserved champagne toast

This is day 2 of no bikes and yes, we are feeling a little nostalgic for the routine and the enforced exercise of riding everyday. Both yesterday and today we have explored a little bit of Acadia and today we drove to Campobello to visit FDR’s summer cottage there. We pulled out our passports again to get there since (I didn’t know this) Campobello is in New Brunswick and it is in a joint US-Canadian international park. There were docents stationed at strategic places to educate us.

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US – Canadian park at Campobello

 

The island used to be a retreat for wealthy New York and Boston families in the 1900s and had several hotels including one with 400 rooms. The hotels are gone as are most of the houses but the Roosevelt cottage and two others have been preserved.

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The Roosevelts’ cottage

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FDR, his mother, Eleanor and kids

Just before the bridge back to the US we stopped at the Mulholland Point Lighthouse and since the tide was running out, seals were feasting on the smaller fish caught in the rip. A guide at the lighthouse explained the resident sea mammal life including a recent dramatic rescue of a baleine whale that was dangerously tangled in fishing lines to the point that they were cutting into his body and restricting his ability to feed. A team of naturalists labored for hours to slowly cut away the lines and freed the whale from the entanglement.

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Mulholland Point Lighthouse, New Brunswick

After crossing the bridge we passed through Lubec, the eastern most town in the US and drove to the West Quoddy Head Lighthouse, the easternmost point in the US.

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Now we are sitting on the rocks at Schoodic Point reading, writing and awaiting the sundown. Tomorrow we drive to Bob and Rebecca’s place in Sebasco, ME.

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Looking toward Mt. Desert from Schoodic Point

Random thoughts and observations about our 79 day journey:

* As we observed early on in our blog, we found people to be without fail eager to help and willing to open themselves up to strangers. I can only remember one driver who seemed to try to drive as close to us as possible then gunned his extra loud Diesel engine. Not sure why he chose to do that but in the end all it did was startle us.

* Americans are very patriotic. It’s a generalization but the flags, buntings and bumper stickers show that no political party or region has a monopoly on pride in our country or in supporting our troops.

* We saw many older than middle age men and women riding brand new Harleys and I’m sure the Harley-Davidson company is very glad for the market niche. Many folks were on three wheel motorcycles and some pulled small trailers.

* There is a love affair with the RV lifestyle. We saw them on the roads, in campgrounds, for sale used in front yards and lined up new in dealers’ lots. They truly are mobile homes complete with every amenity we have in our houses including some with Jacuzzis and multiple bedroom/bath suites.

* One could easily build and furnish a house with the various materials, furniture and appliances either for sale or for free in front of houses.

* The most common small business we saw was auto repair and body work. Every town had at least one of each and sometimes more. The most frequently seen chain stores we saw belonged to Family Dollar. They seemed to spring up everywhere. Until we reached some of the cities in the Midwest and east we hardly saw any Starbucks. There are, on the other hand, many Subways.

* I forgot to mention that when we came through Brunswick, Maine, we passed the home of Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of Uncle Tom’s Cabin. A few weeks previous to that In Ontario, we had passed the house that was the inspiration for her book.

While we feel we have accomplished a wonderful and long journey, we both feel that by taking one day at a time and even one mile at a time, this trip is not “epic” at all. There is something about establishing a daily routine and daily expectation of what is to be accomplished that reduces the 4200 mile into manageable distances. It’s the old “every journey begins with one step” phenomenon.

I’m absolutely certain we will remember other vignettes of the trip and we will continue to blog them in case anyone out there is still watching!

Addendum

It’s hard to believe that it was only yesterday when we rode into Bar Harbor. It already seems like days ago. Yesterday was a strange day in any case. When we got on our bikes in the morning, we knew we would not be doing so again in the context of our cross-country ride. And so we were feeling nostalgic. But we also knew we would have a fair number of hills and the morning was gray and chilly, so our level of enthusiasm was moderated somewhat.

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Charles heading off early in the morning for the last time, under cloudy skies. Later in the day we would reach our final destination of Bar Harbor, ME.

Indeed, the ride was pretty grueling. Maine hills can be thought–they are relatively short, but not at all sweet. I much prefer longer climbs that are less steep than the short, steep Maine variety.

At one point in our ride, we had the opportunity to stay on Route 1–the crowded, tourist highway to the coast–and cut about 10 miles from our trip, or take a quieter albeit longer route. Normally, we would have looked quite fondly at the short cut but we decided this being our last day and all, that we should take the road less traveled. And we were glad we did. We got to stop and munch on wild blueberries on the side of the road and bike through the pretty coastal town of Surry.

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Wild Maine blueberries are so much yummier than the commercial ones we get in grocery stores! I could have spent their rest of the day happily munching away, but we had places to go.

Our bike map showed only two hills of any significance between Surry and Bar Harbor, but our map was not truthful. In fact, we had about 5 or 6 pretty long and steep hills before we got to our destination. We then added another 8 miles of riding some of Arcadia’s carriage roads to make it up to Jordan Pond House for some popovers. I have very fond memories of having popovers there as a child for special occasions, so it seemed only fitting that Charles and I should celebrate the completion of our journey there. We were literally given the best seat on the lawn, closest to Jordan Pond. It was gorgeous. And probably due to the little note I wrote when making the reservation about growing up in Maine and finishing our bike trip there. Whatever the reason, the views from our table were stunning.

We then took the bus back down to Bar Harbor and dropped off our bikes at the bike shop for them to be shipped back home. I was worried that we might want to use the bikes later in Maine, but given the difficulty of the ride we had just completed that day, we both thought that a week without bikes in Maine would be a good thing. Of course, today, as we were driving around Schoodic–a beautiful coastal area across from Mt. Desert Island but still part of Acadia National Park–we missed the pace of riding and the ocean and pine smells. So we slowed down and rolled down our windows and all but stuck our heads out of the car. I guess it will take us a little while to get used to not being on a bike and experiencing the world from the inside of a car.

Our day yesterday ended with a wonderful dinner in Bar Harbor and a long drive in the dark to our B&B. We were exhausted, not being used to riding and partying!

Today we woke up and took a shower in the morning instead of in the afternoon as we have done for the past 89 days. We had a leisurely breakfast, enjoyed the view from our bedroom and caught up on some emails and I went out to the beautiful beach across from our B&B and participated on a Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation Board call. After the call we got in the car and explored the area. We stopped in an art gallery in the small town of Winter Harbor. While chatting with the owner we discovered that she had gone to the same high school I had, graduating a few years earlier. Her father had been one of my high school math teachers and her grandmother had taken my senior photo! Another person entered the gallery and after a few minutes conversation we realized that her cousin had been in my junior high and high school classes. It’s a small world.

Anyway, long story short, we’re enjoying ourselves but it feels strange not being on our bikes part of every day and I feel somehow a bit guilty for it. Don’t ask me why and I’m sure that feeling will be gone by tomorrow. Now we just have to start eating a lot less than we’re used to. No more daily malts! It may take us a while to wean ourselves from this addiction.

Maine, by the way, is an incredibly scenic place. Whoever of you has not been here yet definitely needs to come. Some photos from today are pasted below.

This adventure has been something to remember and I’m so happy we were able to undertake it. I know that many of you think that you could never do something like this, but you’re wrong. I believe that you all could–just taking it one day at a time and one mile at a time. That’s the secret to success. Signing off. Cue tears.

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Schoodic Point is another place where my parents used to take us as children. We would spend the day happily hopping from rock to rock.

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The view from our B&B. Sand beaches such as this one are quite a rarity on the craggy, rocky coast of Maine. At low tide the beach is about three times as large. Two kayaker a are visible in the distance.

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Bar Harbor was named as such because of a sand bar between the town and the island you see in this photo. At low tide you can walk on the bar to the island. This is the location where we dunked our front tires into the ocean.

 

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Taken from the carriage rode on our way to Jordan Pond House for popovers and prosecco.

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Toasting ourselves with Perrier Jouet and eating cheese and crackers on our own private beach. We saw a seal merrily jumping through the water after having scared up fairly large schools of fish that we could see churning up the water.