Lady in the hotel parking lot, looking at us and our bikes, then at the light rain falling in Orange Beach, Alabama: *sinister laugh*, pause.
Lady: “Well, have fun.”
Me: “We are fun!”
And with that, we rode into Florida, in the rain. We punched out 53 miles in about 4 1/2 hours today, with minor hills, and tall bridges. We had F-16s fly right over the top of us a couple times near Pensacola.
T.K. at Truly Spokin’ in Milton, Florida, hooked Tony up with a new wheelset and made time to put Tony’s old cassette and tires on them before the store closed this afternoon. I think we are learning on this trip that there are bike shops who like to help people, and bike shops who don’t necessarily like to help people — as was evident when I was calling shops in St. Augustine to see if they would be able to ship our bikes home at the end of our trip.
As T.K. was working on Tony’s bike, we ate at the cafe across the street, and Tony ate two fried chicken dinners, a bowl of chili, and two pieces of fudge pecan pie. I spent the next three hours trying to clean The Dirtiest Bicycle Chain of All Time, and figuring out I have a bit of a stickiness problem with my freewheel, which hopefully I can nurse through the next 515 miles with enough Tri-Flow.
Tomorrow, we are going off the Adventure Cycling Route to Niceville, Florida, to see my Aunt Nora and Uncle Tim. If we can time it right, we should be escorted in the last few miles by Tim, on his road bike. Unless he wants to ride the Team USA with my trailer attached.