3/30/2015
Rode 70 miles
Rode approx. 8.2 hr
Long tiring day!
3/31/15
Rode 35 miles
Rode approx. 3.03 hr
Spent most of the time cycling on feeder roadways. The first time I drove in TX these roads that run parallel to the main road drove me crazy. I missed exits and had to turn around multiple times. On the bike though, I loved them. They kept me out of the main traffic flow; how prospective changes with perception.
“A man on foot, on horseback or on a bicycle will see more, feel more, enjoy more in one mile than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles.”
― Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire
I was on a feeder road that bypasses a border patrol checkpoint. As I peddled by the check point, a patrol car pulled out lights flashing, sirens blaring and pulled me over. I stopped my bike feeling kind of stupid and waited as he ran my plates? Actually, I don’t know what the hell he was doing I don’t have plates.. The bike got heavier and heavier as I waited on him. When he finally approached he said, ‘I pulled you over because you were going too fast.” Seriously! “ID please. Why were you going so fast?” I am thinking what do you think, “I have a shitload of marijuana I am trying to smuggle and I am going to out run a car… what do you think?” But I said, “I was trying to get to the hotel before dark.” Then he asked if I was American. Okay you got me there; I am pretty dark from riding in the sun for days. Do I not sound like one!? Dammit, got me again. I am from WV
and have a slightly noticeable accent. “Yes. I am from WV.” Of course, he has been to Richmond. People, it’s a whole different state!! He offered me a ride into Sierra Blanca, my destination for a night. I declined as my goal was to cycle across the US, not hitchhike. I finally got into town at dusk after my delay.
Stayed in Sierra Blanca.
Adventures Of The Average Joe 