We had to make the decision about which route to take fairly early in the ride. We couldn't decide between 48 and 63 miles. We were going to flip a coin, but we couldn't find one in ANY of the four bags that we have on the tandem. The best we could do was some kind of pill in a blister pack. If it landed pill side up, we were going to ride the 63-mile route. If it landed pill side down, we would ride the 48-mile route. (I think we were both secretly hoping that the weight of the pill would make it land that side down. No such luck.) Even in 25-mile-per-hour winds, it landed pill side up. So we were thereby obligated to ride the longer route. Okay, they may not have been 25-mile-per-hour winds. But they were pretty stiff and brutal, and they hung around all day long. Our total mileage wound up being 64.01. I will defend to the death my right to claim that .01.
You can tell it was a Georgia football Saturday. Here we are with our friend Cathy at a rest stop.
You can tell a man took the picture for us, because he didn't make it from the waist up only.
We stopped to take a picture of this guy. (I guess it's a guy.....I didn't get THAT close.)
He started "gobbling" at me, and I tried to catch it on video. But all you can hear is me imitating him poorly, trying to get him to do it again. I was going to include it here anyway merely in the interest of full disclosure, but I'm not patient enough to wait for a BAD video to load.
You can tell a man took the picture for us, because he didn't make it from the waist up only.
He started "gobbling" at me, and I tried to catch it on video. But all you can hear is me imitating him poorly, trying to get him to do it again. I was going to include it here anyway merely in the interest of full disclosure, but I'm not patient enough to wait for a BAD video to load.
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