Today, I had settled my base camp in Wagon Wheel Motel for my day off. As I was riding off the motel, I come across with a long distance cyclist, all equiped in yellow. I turn back; so does he... that's Gerry just passing by in Alturas on his way to Canby.
"Hey!". We talked, exchanged ideas on how we wanted to get to San Francisco: we at least agreed that we wanted to avoid fancy ways... and just get there now. We decided to ride together the next days, an innovation for me. I am his third riding partner on his trip.
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Indeed these States are a small world !
ReplyDeleteBises
PP.
Au lieu de 2 filles , tu as trouvé un autre cycliste fou ... ca devait être des mirages pour te faire accélerer ;-)
ReplyDeleteBonne route à tous les deux !
That's quite a beard you've grown!
ReplyDeleteBest,
Jim