08-15-2010, 06:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-16-2010, 08:32 AM by Twitchin Kitten.)
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Day 5
I feel good again, my leg feels fine.
I destroy the breakfast bar and the motel. Post a PM or two on their internets, check out the hostel at Harpers Ferry and make a reservation. I had to put $.90 on my credit card to hold my bed. Yep, 90 cents.
I finally get all my shit together and get rolling, I only plan on doing the 15 miles to harpers today because I need to rest. As soon as I get going my leg starts hurting again, it seems that 10 hours is not enough time to rest/heal my torn ACL, rotator cuff, hamstring, ligament, what ever the hell ache I have in my leg. I gimp on. I'm blazing at about 7 or 7 mph. No hurry anyway, and it don't hurt going slow and taking it easy.
I stop to take some pics and get talking to some bridge repairing guy, by the time I get done shooting the shit with him there are 3 more guys on bikes over by my bike. I go over and get in on the conversation. On of the guys is from the trio of guys I've seen on and off, he opted out of going to tour a battlefield in the 99 degree heat and got himself a room last night too. I also meet Terry Tabb, the guy that took the pic that was my desktop this month, (allready changed to nudity BTW)
we talk quite awhile, the other guys leave, we shoot the shit some more. We ride together, still talking about damn near everything, we take a break, talk about bikes and the tour de france, we ride into harpers, he took me right to the hostel so I didn't have any problems finding it. Real nice guy.
He left me checking in at the hostel and gave me a leaflet for the town, one of his pictures is on the cover. I threw a bag of clothes on my rack to claim it for the night in the dorm room, dropped BOB off the bike and rode into harpers. I had to carry my bike up a staircase to get over the bridge into town. Did I mention my leg hurt like a fucker? My leg hurt like a fucker.
Harpers ferry is a little old touristy town, civil war reenactors and stuff are around. Pretty neat place though. I ride around and find a place to eat lunch. Not the best experience I've ever had.
I ask the broad if I saw a bottomless iced tea on the menu. Yep, gimme one of those, fuck man, I'm thirsty!! I order a taco salad, I can use the fiber. I get one iced tea, and my salad, the salad is kind of bland. I poured an entire bottle of hot sauce on it to liven it up, I mean an entire bottle. She asks if I want more tea, well hell yeah, I didn't come in here to fuck around I ordered the bottomless tea so I could drink fucking tea. She leaves and never brings more tea.
Finally she shows back up, I'm done eating, she's sorry she didn't bring the tea.....dumb bitch.
She get me more tea and then leaves the picture on a nearby table and leaves, I forced myself to drink the entire pitcher of iced tea while she was gone.
I just king of hung out in harpers ferry, looking around, tried to find the real town but never really did.
I ate ice cream and got a couple of apple pies and took them back to the hostel with me.
There were a bunch of kids there on the same bike trip I was doing, they were only doing 40 miles a day and had a couple of young adults guiding them. It sounded like their parents paid to have them go on this thing. The two guide people were a guy and a girl, the guy was kind of strange to talk to, not wanting to share too much. The girl was a bit friendlier, and pretty hot. I remember she was from around Ithica NY or somewhere. Did I mention she was hot?
There was also some old guy named Larry there too.
I got up at 6 am grabbed another shower, packed up my shit, ate my apple pie and a bottle of water and got the fuck out of there before any of the kiddies got up.
I feel good again, my leg feels fine.
I destroy the breakfast bar and the motel. Post a PM or two on their internets, check out the hostel at Harpers Ferry and make a reservation. I had to put $.90 on my credit card to hold my bed. Yep, 90 cents.
I finally get all my shit together and get rolling, I only plan on doing the 15 miles to harpers today because I need to rest. As soon as I get going my leg starts hurting again, it seems that 10 hours is not enough time to rest/heal my torn ACL, rotator cuff, hamstring, ligament, what ever the hell ache I have in my leg. I gimp on. I'm blazing at about 7 or 7 mph. No hurry anyway, and it don't hurt going slow and taking it easy.
I stop to take some pics and get talking to some bridge repairing guy, by the time I get done shooting the shit with him there are 3 more guys on bikes over by my bike. I go over and get in on the conversation. On of the guys is from the trio of guys I've seen on and off, he opted out of going to tour a battlefield in the 99 degree heat and got himself a room last night too. I also meet Terry Tabb, the guy that took the pic that was my desktop this month, (allready changed to nudity BTW)
we talk quite awhile, the other guys leave, we shoot the shit some more. We ride together, still talking about damn near everything, we take a break, talk about bikes and the tour de france, we ride into harpers, he took me right to the hostel so I didn't have any problems finding it. Real nice guy.
He left me checking in at the hostel and gave me a leaflet for the town, one of his pictures is on the cover. I threw a bag of clothes on my rack to claim it for the night in the dorm room, dropped BOB off the bike and rode into harpers. I had to carry my bike up a staircase to get over the bridge into town. Did I mention my leg hurt like a fucker? My leg hurt like a fucker.
Harpers ferry is a little old touristy town, civil war reenactors and stuff are around. Pretty neat place though. I ride around and find a place to eat lunch. Not the best experience I've ever had.
I ask the broad if I saw a bottomless iced tea on the menu. Yep, gimme one of those, fuck man, I'm thirsty!! I order a taco salad, I can use the fiber. I get one iced tea, and my salad, the salad is kind of bland. I poured an entire bottle of hot sauce on it to liven it up, I mean an entire bottle. She asks if I want more tea, well hell yeah, I didn't come in here to fuck around I ordered the bottomless tea so I could drink fucking tea. She leaves and never brings more tea.
Finally she shows back up, I'm done eating, she's sorry she didn't bring the tea.....dumb bitch.
She get me more tea and then leaves the picture on a nearby table and leaves, I forced myself to drink the entire pitcher of iced tea while she was gone.
I just king of hung out in harpers ferry, looking around, tried to find the real town but never really did.
I ate ice cream and got a couple of apple pies and took them back to the hostel with me.
There were a bunch of kids there on the same bike trip I was doing, they were only doing 40 miles a day and had a couple of young adults guiding them. It sounded like their parents paid to have them go on this thing. The two guide people were a guy and a girl, the guy was kind of strange to talk to, not wanting to share too much. The girl was a bit friendlier, and pretty hot. I remember she was from around Ithica NY or somewhere. Did I mention she was hot?
There was also some old guy named Larry there too.
I got up at 6 am grabbed another shower, packed up my shit, ate my apple pie and a bottle of water and got the fuck out of there before any of the kiddies got up.
