Iron Butt – that’s the name given to motorcycle riders who ride more than 1000 kilometers in one day. I haven’t figured the milage yet, but Jeff and I traveled on our bikes for 14 hours today. Needless to say we are both bush whacked. We did travel through the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in New York, Vermont, Maine, New Hampshire…it was in one of those states we passed through.
We stopped for lunch at a place called Tupper Lake and ate at the Swiss Kitchen. They served the best New England Clam Chowder I have ever eaten. Jeff was a real trooper today. It was a long ride and he doesn’t even have cruise control on his bike.
One important lesson, don’t always listen to the GPS. It took us on some roads that were long and windy. Now for a while this is great, but we lost about two hours because of the speed we had to travel on those roads.
It was great to have someone travel with. It made the time go much faster and it sure beats talking to yourself. I finished listening to a book by Karen Kingsbury called, When Joy Comes and of course like the tough biker I am, I cried when the little girl was reunited with her mother. My biker image has really taken a beating on the trip.
With God’s protection we should arrive in Charlottetown tomorrow. Only 984 kilometers to go!! love, dad
June 28, 2008 at 5:39 am |
YOU CAN DO IT DAD!