….”yuh’re goin’ where?
Every time I get off the bike someone asks: “So where you headin’, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Holy mackerel” said one woman, “that’ll take you at least 4 days. But great trip”. Even though I was standing in the shop ablaze with red lycra, she hadn’t connected my attire with my mode of transport. Like most Americans, who travel everywhere by car, she was thinking of driving time.
Animation of route: https://www.relive.cc/view/u3168898297
Ask anyone directions and how far the next town is, the standard answer will always be in time (ie. driving time). And in miles? Er, oh, that’s a difficult one…..
I’m now in Elma, just 2 days riding from the famous Astoria Bridge that will carry me into Oregon, where the 101 truly meets the coast……and stays with the coast.
I checked into a recommended RV site, and was met with:
“You look as if your heading to Mexico. You’re most welcome. Here’s a couple bags of homemade cookies….and see that nice grassed area over there, that’s where you’ll be”. When I asked how much for one night, he said “Oh, just $10”. You could have knocked me over with a feather.
Then Kurt bowled in after me, a librarian from New Orleans, on a two wheeled German recumbent, doing the leg from Seattle to LA, and he came away with the same prescribed cookies.
All good stuff.