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
Okefenokee 2002
Anza-Borrego 2003
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 I thought Chicago was tough.


Now I know why there's a Sabbeth every seven days. The human body is not designed to go more than six days at a time at the level of physical excertion that I've been at for more than six days without a break. I basically did ten days straight, and now I'm dead. I'm not really tired or sore, just a deap down exhausted. I pushed myself these last two days just to get to Atlanta, so please excuse me if I'm lacking in whitty remarks. I'm fried.

There is not a yard of level ground in Atlanta. It was horrible! And there is no "side of the road." It was way up and then way down and then way up and then way down while being honked at and passed by cars for miles and miles. I am so glad to be at my destination.

Forty miles short of Atlanta, I noticed my back tire felt funny. The tire wall had actually ripped and the tube was pressing through. Well, luckily, I had foreseen such a disaster and had a length of rubber hosing with my tools. I packed the rubber around the tube, and it held the tire together all the way down here. I am glad it made it, because I wasn't sure how long such a fix would hold. I will definitely need to replace the back tire (not the rim) and probably the front before leaving Atlanta. I was actually wondering about their quality before I left. Now I know. So that makes one ripped tire, two flat tires (probably related to the ripped tire), my rear shifter had to be reset, one of my pedals lost a screw and had to be fixed, and my brakes are already significantly worn. All in all not too bad.

For those of you following my route, it is as follows: From Fairmount, GA, I followed 411 south and went east on 140 (hills, mountains, scenery, la di di, la di da). 140 brought me all the way to Roswell, and the I followed 9 all the way into Atlanta. I am near Georgia Institute of Technology now.

P.S. Opossum are definitely catching up.
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