I have to admit that I'm not a big fan of cycling through Illinois. I'd rather be back in Missouri. Heat, humidity, headwinds, roads with no shoulders, and lot's and lot's of corn don't exactly make this state a cycling paradise. These have been a couple of really tough days. We've ridden over 600 miles this week. I'm definitely ready for a day off in Champaign. Today's ride was mostly an exercise in suffering. I'd rather not think much about it, so I'll tell a couple of stories instead.
Our SAG stop today was at a Dairy Queen. We look a little conspicuous when we come walking in wearing our biking gear. This family asked me where I was headed. That's all the opener I need. We talked for about 20 minutes about all aspects of the trip. Between the looks of disbelief they had about 1000 questions. I sat next to the two kids while I was having lunch. They mostly wanted to know if my butt hurt.
The company that makes the city limit signs in Illinois must charge by the letter. This is a typical sign. Just the facts Ma'am.
As I was finally getting close to town there were some railroad tracks. They were pretty badly chewed up and I took a good jolt as i went over them. What I didn't know was that my camera flew out of my Bento Box (a little mesh bag that sits on the top tube of my bike) and landed on the ground. I rode away completely unaware. Wen I got back to the hotel John and Carmen told me they had my camera. Apparently a driver in a van behind me saw the camera fly off my bike. He stopped to pick it up. He then flagged down John and asked if he knew the rider in front (me), and gave John my camera. How incredibly nice. The camera still works fine.My lucky streak continues. Today I had the camera incident. On two other occasions I've left the zipper on my bike bag open, had my cell phone fall out, and had a rider pick it up and return it to me. About a week ago my wallet fell out of my pocket in a restaurant. Ian saw it happen and told me before I walked away. Finally, I was walking down the hallway the other day and all the money fell out of my wallet. Lisa stopped me and pointed that out. The number of items actually lost: 3 (two pairs of sunglasses and a massage stick). That hasn't changed in a few weeks. I don't know how you home gamers want to score the lost-and-found items.
One final note. My ruby slippers held up. The screws in the heels did their job. After 13 years these little beauties can finally be retired.
3 comments:
You still are the luckiest loser-of-things I have ever known. At least you have only lost your wallet once. Did you lose your new WalMart glasses?
Have a good day off Joe Joe and get your head cleared out. Happy new shoes.
Hi Tom, Glad you got new shoes, it seems you also need concentration and awareness skills. Wallet, money, camera, phone, etc. etc. etc. Don't worry when you get home Mommy & Daddy will teach you.
Safe cycling. Love Dad.
This is just proof that Karma exists Pop. Keith and I may not be religious people but we firmly believe in Karma. What goes around comes around and your good luck is just proof positive of what an awesome person you really are.
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