Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day.
Wednesday was a long, strange, and difficult day for all of us as we had to deal with less-than-cordial city drivers coming out of Pittsburg and fast, busy roads all day. I broke a pedal at the spindle on top of all of this and had to get a new set at the closest bike shop I found.
However, Thursday turned into one of the best days of the trip thus far - we rode for 70 miles over fast country roads in Ohio that weaved through lakes and fields of corn and hay. At the end of the day upon arriving in Coshocton we found the town water park, who allowed us in for a dollar. Not that this is different from normal life for me, but I acted like a six year old; Zach and I went down the waterslide in a giant tube after asking if we were the fattest people ever to accomplish such a feat. Our screams going down the slide were apparently heard throughout the park.
Riding out of Coshocton, it was pouring, and I hammered for 40 miles until lunch. After lunch, the hills all of a sudden ended and a tail wind picked up! The burly men hammered into Vant's old apartment at Ohio State University for the next 40 miles averaging about 23, which was great. I, of course, passed out on Vant's porch for a couple hours while everyone else at ice cream in the sunshine.
Wednesday was a long, strange, and difficult day for all of us as we had to deal with less-than-cordial city drivers coming out of Pittsburg and fast, busy roads all day. I broke a pedal at the spindle on top of all of this and had to get a new set at the closest bike shop I found.
However, Thursday turned into one of the best days of the trip thus far - we rode for 70 miles over fast country roads in Ohio that weaved through lakes and fields of corn and hay. At the end of the day upon arriving in Coshocton we found the town water park, who allowed us in for a dollar. Not that this is different from normal life for me, but I acted like a six year old; Zach and I went down the waterslide in a giant tube after asking if we were the fattest people ever to accomplish such a feat. Our screams going down the slide were apparently heard throughout the park.
Riding out of Coshocton, it was pouring, and I hammered for 40 miles until lunch. After lunch, the hills all of a sudden ended and a tail wind picked up! The burly men hammered into Vant's old apartment at Ohio State University for the next 40 miles averaging about 23, which was great. I, of course, passed out on Vant's porch for a couple hours while everyone else at ice cream in the sunshine.
At The Ohio State University... home to Vant, my grandfather (in 1945), and my great grandfather!
