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Share your stories here! / Re: I just wanna get warm (nod to Mark Heard) Fall 2017
« Last post by grace on December 03, 2017, 10:18:53 AM »
Stoking a fire in Irwinton for fun and profit

http://www.looseatthegoose.com

Hi, Donna! I loved my time there, Judy said hi and keep up the good work.


Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man


Next morning prior to leaving pirating wifi at the Dairy Queen in Swainsboro; unfortunately it didn't quite reach the Methodist church. ;)


On the way to Irwinton you'll leave the flat lands


reaching loftier heights.

I learned a long time ago when an Alabama boy told me 'squirrels are just rats with a presentation' LOL not to conflate southerners with hicks and that has served me well over the years.

Donna told me she wouldn't be there until later that evening but to make myself at home, and I did










in a wonderful place.

Donna's vision for Georgia is brilliant and should be replicated, in my rarely humble but occasionally highly accurate opinion. :)



I spent a few days finally getting the website fired up, collecting thoughts and enjoying small town Georgia








and I love it!

I guess I better... :eek ;)


http://www.maebobsdiner.com/

A German couple who had ridden from Canada were the only other guests during the four days I was there - the peace and quiet I enjoyed were priceless


and my soul says thanks again, Donna: you done good work, doing what you've done. :nod

But maybe it's time to move on... 


nummy (gulp).


Next stop: Macon, another Mecca for me.
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Share your stories here! / Re: I just wanna get warm (nod to Mark Heard) Fall 2017
« Last post by grace on December 03, 2017, 08:43:12 AM »
Not quite all the way to Macon


I see you now and then in dreams


Next day a short ride to Swainsboro, through (a) Portal.


It's remarkable how much more you experience on a bicycle - time to see various claims to fame.


And each signpost has more meaning when you aren't hurtling past.


I met Duke who works at the grocery in Swainsboro and I need to follow up with him - the email he gave me bounced and he showed initiative in chatting me up - a small town dude with potential.

I went to the AA meeting but no offers on a place to stay so I hid in plain sight at the Methodist church.



Next stop: a hostel in Irwinton Judy recommended and as she gets around I trust her judgment.


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Share your stories here! / Re: I just wanna get warm (nod to Mark Heard) Fall 2017
« Last post by grace on December 03, 2017, 08:25:57 AM »
Hardeeville SC to Statesboro GA


Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem."
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell


After a down day in Hardeeville my next goal was Statesboro GA so I plugged it into the Garmin and rode away, trusting the satellites and technology and the Universe generally.








Next time I ride by Lords Cemetery Road I'll make a point of checking it out but today I'm making some miles.




Doesn't look like much but it focused my attention (no mean feat ;) ) for a moment and when I stopped to document it I realized I'd just about ridden by without noticing something cool


right out in the middle of somewhere.




I bet this guy chuckles a lot muttering 'made you look'. :)


Graduate level marketing. :nod


Looking east after climbing the first significant rise since I left Charleston


to get to Georgia.


Yupper, I'm there. ;)


I made it to Statesboro in good time and found this


and COOL! This just riding around finding stuff is a good gig.

Thanks to the folks at the golf cart shop there in town for unwittingly providing me a place to sleep for a couple of nights.


I'm getting particularly picky about where I sleep and picking up a trick or two along the way.
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Revisited / One moron's road to recovery
« Last post by grace on December 03, 2017, 06:07:30 AM »
I write this sitting in a coffee shop in downtown Austin at the end of a bicycle ride (hopping the train back to Colorado tomorrow to regroup) having postponed starting this sub-forum but reckon it's past time to 'fess up to being a recovering drunk.

For whatever reason(s) until I hit bottom a couple of years ago (ouch but the bounce has been worth it :nod) it seemed like a good idea to drink a couple of pints of vodka just about every day for a decade or so...

and NOW you get a part of the moron thing.

I have nothing against morons and don't want to condemn by association ;) but frick I was sick: diseased thinking which resulted in diseased behavior and the kind of stuff that happens, when that happens.

Anyway: I trust Mr. Thompson was right and appreciate his take on the topic.

God loves a drunk

There's a lot of power in that performance. :nod
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Share your stories here! / Re: I just wanna get warm (nod to Mark Heard) Fall 2017
« Last post by grace on December 02, 2017, 03:08:48 PM »
Charleston to Beaufort SC


Nobody knows what's going to happen
Nobody knows what's going on
Nobody knows what's coming down
But it's coming down
And it happens in a moment
It happens in a moment

Do this for me
Or risk eternal agony

This is fear country



Because when I was in Baltimore my effort to follow the East Coast Greenway was a bust (it kept disappearing no matter how diligently I tried to follow the signs... story of my life :) ) I called the ECG office and talked to some gal; she told me a group had left Charleston that day and obtained a police escort to get over the bridge heading out. :eek

So I left before light to beat the traffic and who'da thunk - the bridge crossing was easy peasy and once again I conclude we live in a society where TPTB peddle fear - Michael Crichton was spot on.

(this is no reflection on the gal - she's likely doing what she's been told to do by someone who is a fear peddler which is of course the right thing to do if you're in her position)

I rode the ECG until I ran into this


where I was fortunate to find a fellow cyclist who told me how to get to the highway I needed to go the rest of the distance.

That ride was excellent: flat and a tailwind almost all the way with a decent shoulder and I maintained the best moving average I'd done so far.


I made it to Beaufort and spent the night sleeping behind a furniture place where I was disturbed only by skeeters (too lazy to set up the tent)


so the next morning when I met Judy I apologized for looking like I had some contagious crap on my face and she graciously said she hadn't noticed.

We spent that day walking around checking out some sights and having a good time together; from the time we first talked on the phone I really liked her quick laugh and lilting New England accent and in person was even better.






We went for a bicycle ride and got in more than 20 miles on a very nice path - good to ride an unloaded bicycle for a change... makes me feel like a young buck again!

I slept another night at the furniture place and next day rode out to her campsite to spend another day together.


She's lived in her tent for 3 years car camping - she lands some place, sets up house and then spend the days when she's not working as a professional writer investigating in depth the local area.

You can see for yourself: www.judygrillo.com

Home for tonight...


you note I took the time to avoid feeding any more skeeters. ;) I really like my Hilleberg Niak - simplicity itself to assemble; the concerns about ventilation are in my experience way overstated.

She drove us to Hunting Island State Park where we sat around basking in the glorious sun when we weren't walking. We were both unaware of what this is


until we found a guy taking pics of them who explained they are Leather Olives... who knew?

Hurricanes take the occasional toll here


but it comes with the territory and tends to keep the riff-raff out...

'cept me. :)


That night we enjoyed a quiet evening next to our campfire and I was reminded again how blessed I am to be able to do this little ride; just over a couple of years ago I was one sick puppy, about which more later.

Next morning when Judy rode off into the distance on her daily ride


I headed back to Beaufort and on the way to stopped at a church to worship in my own kinda way.






On that route I met Dylan who works at his father John's bike shop; his dream is to pilot big boats and I have no doubt he'll do exactly that.


One of these days I'll figger out what I want to do when I grow up. ;)


I'm a recovering drunk who is deeply appreciative of the power of the fellowship which results from us lot getting together to share our experience, strength and hope. I'd attended a meeting first night in town and when I rolled back happened by the meeting place


where I met Tom again and before I knew it he'd offered to put me up for the night! His wife was gracious and allowed him to let some ragamuffin bicycle dude sleep on the floor and I couldn't be more grateful.


I enjoyed a wonderful evening with them which happened to include a free home-cooked meal... life is good here in moron world. :nod

Next morning Tom drove me to Hardeeville to save me a few miles and I stayed there for a couple of days before heading inland.


Wow, just wow: the people you meet when you get out there and do stuff.

Thanks, Judy, and maybe we'll ride together yet.

And thanks Tom - your story about the Doctor putting an IV of straight vodka into your arm after you got busted up to keep you from dying while detoxing...

fack: that's the kind of thing that makes me appreciate being alive even more.

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Share your stories here! / Re: I just wanna get warm (nod to Mark Heard) Fall 2017
« Last post by grace on November 27, 2017, 03:53:42 PM »

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave





When the train stops in Charleston about 0630 it's dark and raining so I ride to where coffee and wifi are abundant and inexpensive, to wait for light and dry.

Later that morning it's an easy flat ride (story of my life for the next few weeks) heading to the Oh So Nice Not So Hostel (thanks for the tip, Judy - I can barely wait to meet you!) where I decide it's time to rest up for a few days.

Parked right in the kitchen


where I spend some time meeting interesting folk from all over the world. Isabella is from Bosnia having been forced to leave by the troubles some decades back; she's traveled much and is a joy to visit with, providing some appreciated food tips. Eating well on the road isn't easy sometimes and she knows what's she's on about, nutrition wise.

I also met a couple from New Zealand who give me some inside scoop on riding there (NZ was on the short list this year but was pushed back due to family issues with a potential riding companion... maybe next winter?)

When I'm not there I'm out there riding and meeting people.


Since before visiting Robert my drive train has been making a clicking noise which is particularly maddening as it's intermittent... arrrgh.

Fortunately Eric is an experienced hand with such things has a few wrench moves later my bottom bracket is no longer getting inside my head. Thanks, dude!

My The Great Divide water bottle has gone missing and William fixes me up with a new one, gratis, and cements himself and this bicycle shop into my Cool Places To Be Hall Of Fame.


Someone I didn't get to meet, durnit.




But at least I know of him and my life is better for it.

It's even rougher than it looks




so I briefly transition to a sidewalk surfer and stumble into this place.


The owner tells me liquor has been sold at that location since inception; during Prohibition it was a speakeasy and another testimony to the maxim 'Ignorance is no excuse for the law'.



I'm not the type to have much by way of itinerary so I cruise around, looking.




Outliers need love too. ;)



Next stop: Beaufort and meeting a certain someone I've been talking to since February when, only a few hours after I posted it, she responded to my companions wanted listing.

I am stoked as this ride is this. :nod


Goosebumples rising as I write that!

I like goosebumples as they mean all is better than well. :)

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Gear and Useful Stuff / Re: s/he is my bicycle
« Last post by grace on November 22, 2017, 03:23:42 PM »
When using Amtrak, did you need to box your bike or did you just load it already assembled? I'm planning a trip for next spring and am having trouble with the logistics of getting me and the bike to point "A" to begin my trip. A U-Haul van is super expensive...a rental car is a little cheaper. Neither of those two choices always offer a one way drop off option.

Just curious on what you do.

Tony

Just roll it it on - easy peasy and only $20 extra!

And I'm told by a warmshowers host that Greyhound will let you ship your bike unpacked.

She has done :nod and I'll  explore that option in future.
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Share your stories here! / Re: I just wanna get warm (nod to Mark Heard) Fall 2017
« Last post by grace on November 21, 2017, 05:58:06 PM »
Thanks for reading and glad you like it - it's good diversion for a mind that tends to spin... now that I have my free time back I'll try to catch up.


I came to you, when I needed a rest
You took my time, and put it to the test
I saw some things, that I never would have guessed
Feel like a railroad, I pulled a whole load behind

I was adrift on a river of pride
It seemed like such a long easy ride
You were my raft but I let you slide
I've been down but I'm coming back up again

And I'm rollin' down the open road
Where the daylight will soon be breaking
Right now I'm thinking 'bout these things that I know
But it was good time that we'd been making



Thanks again Robert for all your kindnesses - I particularly liked dining on your deck.


And our walk around D.C.




Chesterton wrote of the blinding genius that first smeared something on a rock to begin written language - another giant's shoulders.


I talked to the guy at the exhibit and asked him the question I always pose to evolutionists - what was the trigger that separated humans from the monkeys (apes don't build cathedrals)?

He said the best guess is we figured out how to eat meat - makes as much sense as anything else I've heard.





Our goodbye dinner at the train station - is it just me or does that guy look suspicious? :)


Very respectable Phlly sammiches. :nod


For $20 you can walk your bike onto the Amtrak unpacked so when you land reattach your bags and roll away - sweeeeet.


.

Note to self: in future screen potential riding companions with the basic questions you'd ask anyone you were planning on spending extended time with, like do you habitually drink to excess? If yes, does it interfere with plans you've made with others?

Shame on me for taking the little things for granted but I guess you live and learn, or you don't. :eek


My little life remains perfect, my dream intact and expanding every day.
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Share your stories here! / Re: I just wanna get warm (nod to Mark Heard) Fall 2017
« Last post by Sunday Rider on November 16, 2017, 04:59:06 PM »
Wonderful writing and pics. Thanks for taking us along.
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Gear and Useful Stuff / Re: s/he is my bicycle
« Last post by mattbur on November 14, 2017, 10:37:59 AM »
When using Amtrak, did you need to box your bike or did you just load it already assembled? I'm planning a trip for next spring and am having trouble with the logistics of getting me and the bike to point "A" to begin my trip. A U-Haul van is super expensive...a rental car is a little cheaper. Neither of those two choices always offer a one way drop off option.

Just curious on what you do.

Tony
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