I Love New York

We crossed the border into New York today. Here I am with Roy and Greg for our 11th state line photo op. I can ride my bike from home to NY in about 2 hours, so I ought to be able to ride home from here in about 2 hours, right? Even if that logic doesn't quite work, it feels like we're almost there. We've ridden from California to New York, which sounds like riding coast to coast to most people.

We left Erie, Pa with a police escort this morning. An anonymous tour member named Roy ate breakfast early down the street from the hotel. He chatted with a motorcycle cop there and we ended up with the escort. This is the same anonymous tour member named Roy who talks strangers into lending him their Cadillacs. I am in awe of his talents.

We lined up two abreast for the four mile ride out of the city. The two motorcycle cops stopped traffic at all the lights and waved us through. That's the way to travel by bike.

Almost the entire 80 miles today was along the shore of Lake Erie.

Not a bad spot for a home, huh? That's a grape vine in the foreground at the right. We passed thousands of acres of grapes. Wine making along the shore is a big industry.

The weather today was perfect - not a cloud to be seen, mid-70's and no wind. A great day to enjoy the views of the lakeshore and grapevines. There was no reason to hurry, so we rode really fast for parts of the ride.

Dinner tonight was at Dennys. Sandy commented that there were a lot of strange looking people in the restaurant. Sandy just rejoined the tour, having left in Albuquerque. Those of us going the full distance thought the people tonight looked perfectly normal. Perspectives change. For more information on this topic please consult peopleofwalmart.com.


I thought this was a clever idea.

However, after pedaling a few blocks and extracting the drink, I noticed that the foam from the latte had sprayed up and onto the seat tube of the bike. I licked it off the frame, but the mix of foam, dirt and road oil probably won't make the menu at Starbucks.