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2018 07-21 > New Carlisle


It was a long hot day, our tires melted into the asphalt; we were lost and forlorn as we struggled along in our journey.  Well it wasn’t quite like that, but perhaps it would provide a more interesting story.

We started cycling at 6 a.m., an hour before any of Perce’s breakfast places opened.  We agreed to meet 14 miles later and have breakfast at a restaurant that was to open by the time of our arrival.  Something happened along the way to make Joe think Jeff was ahead of him and Joe wanted to catch up (Jeff’s GPS did not have the restaurant marked).  Well that was the last HP and Jeff saw of Joe until they arrived at our night’s lodging.  If it wasn’t for our lodging stop, Joe may still be trying to catch Jeff.

HP and Jeff had a more leisurely ride.  They stopped at a grocery store and purchased breakfast and lunch fixings which they ate along the way.  In Chandler, they were treated to Gaspe’s version of Rolling Thunder.  Several hundred 2 and 3 wheeled motor cycles were passing in the opposite direction.  They had police escorts and sag wagons.  HP wondered why we didn’t have similar support. 

It really was a long hot day (70 plus miles and temperature in the mid-70s) with modest climbs.  We were all tired.  Along the way, HP decided to take a nap in a shady cemetery.  He gave “being dead tired” a new meaning.  At the end of the day all was well. HP, Joe, and Jeff had to walk 0.5 mile for a mediocre dinner at the only restaurant within miles. Finally, tomorrow’s breakfast options are miles away.  Don’t worry, we will tether Joe to the group so he won’t go off on another chase. 




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