Bikers Prison

9/24 95 miles from Ridgetown Ontario to Port Rowan Ontario. Hot and flat

I’d like to reflect back a couple of days when Kevin said my expression looked like the angel in the Christmas restaurant. Haha, and also to last night when I became that angel and grilled a couple of ribeyes and made a salad and warm rolls for dinner. Oh yea and a Nestles drum stick for dessert.

Home cookin on the road.

Today we talked to a buff cycling couple in Port Stanley. They were impressed with Kevin’s Applemans 1 by gearing and his high tech bags on his faux touring bike.  But then they saw my front handle bar bag and were impressed until I told them it was an old purse I found in my garage.  They kind of turned away.

We connected with the Railway City bicycling club from St. Thomas Ontario.  Fun and impressive group with more than 100 members. They escorted us to their aid station announcing us as the Americans. We had water, Gatorade and bananas. Hospitality Canadian style.

A poem about touring with Kevin

BIKERS PRISON

Kevin found his version of heaven

Ride every day in biker’s prison

Wake up well before the break of dawn

Slam several cups of coffee down

Ride along Lake Erie serene

With great views of corn and soybean

Hotter than hell but we peddle on

We need close to a hundred, no regard for the sun

All is good when we roll into Port Rowan

Cuz I’m riding with my bro whether it’s rainin or snowin