David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
10/12  O Windy Day; O Windy, Windy Day
10/12  Illinois Beach State Park (South)
10/13  Evanston, IL
10/16  Left on Halsted and straight for a couple days
10/16  No peace from barking dogs.
10/17  No peace from barking dogs.
10/18  Little ants. Big Earth.
10/18  Cold, sore, sun burned and lonely.
10/19  Evansville -- what a hole.
10/19  And that's why I drive a Multitrack
10/20  Concern for my life on the Bridge O Death
10/20  Hang it, I'm not broke.
10/21  Who's idea was it to come THIS WAY?
10/21  A couple of notes.
10/22  So Lawng Kentucky
10/23  The difference between a hill and a mountain
10/23  Highway 68 is awesome
10/24  Way down yonder 'round the Chattahoochee
10/25  And I thought Chicago was tough.
10/27  I'm not so tough
11/01  Still in Atlanta
11/03  FINALLY leaving Atlanta
11/03  "A Pilgrim," he called me
11/04  A new contestant
11/05  A whole new country
11/06  Trailers West
11/06  Did somebody order pine trees?
11/07  Deep Blue Chevron Station
11/08  I think I goof off too much
11/10  Sea Roaches, Oil Rigs and Casinos
11/11  Hot time in the bayou
11/12  Running on one cylinder
11/12  The adventures of Broken-Knee
11/13  Way to go, Brown!
11/13  Thank God for Advil and Bungie Cords
11/14  Kids in the streets with guns
11/15  I can see cows for miles and miles
11/16  Pleasantly surprised
11/18  Not much to report
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Texas 2003
Road Trip West 2003
Sequoia National Park 2004
Hiking Florida 2005
Nomadic 2005
Bicycle Trip 2009
Bicycle Trip 2010
Nomadic 2010
Little Bicycle Trip 2011
Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
Bicycle Trip 2011
Nomadic 2011
Kayak Trip 2012
Nomadic 2012
Liverworks Productions
Nomadic 2013
Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
Bicycle Trip 2015
Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017

And that's why I drive a Multitrack

1999-10-19

As I drove to find a campsite tonight, I said to myself, now be careful, most of the people around here could handle a rifle by the time they were four. Sound like I'm stereotyping? Maybe, but you didn't see Hatfield. I believe that it is the first of many hick towns that I'll be biking through.

My bike is called a Trek Multitrack. It's basically a hybrid between your standard road bike and your standard mountain bike. I have front suspension and seat post suspension, and I used it all today. Route 66 coming out of Evansville left about two inches of space to the right of the white line. Most roads have about two to three feet. I spent a lot of time hitting the gravel as trucks passed. That could have caused problems for your standard touring bike.

Okay, Evansville didn't end up being as much of a hole as I first thought, although its roads could use much more work.

I was sitting under a tree in Evansville. Some kids just stopped by to see what I was "playing." Tim and Zack are their names. I showed them my PocketMail. Tim used it to send an email to his step-brother in North Carolina. They thought it was cool. Zack has his own laptop. Kids these days! Now they're looking for water moccasins (a kind of poisonous water snake). Pray for Tim. He's living with his grandma because his mom in North Carolina is having a tough time keeping up with the bills and got in a big fight with his step-father. Sounds like a snow ball situation.

I'm wore out. I think I'm close to the point where pain turns to ache. I was tempted to get a hotel tonight and rest up good and proper, and do my laundry, and de-smell myself. My face is burned up so I look like an apple. My muscles need to "regenerate" as the borg call it. But here I am camping out again. The radio said it was supposed to get down to thirty degrees tonight. Hopefully I'm getting used to it, because I haven't found any place to upgrade my sleeping bag. I think I will stay here tomarrow until the dew dries (if the sun is out) because everything I have is damp.
 
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