Friday's Post- We're Gonna Make it!

Today’s guest blogger is Jeff Fallon.

“We may not have a home to call our own, but we’re gonna make it.” Performed admirably by B.B. King

Quote of the day:
“The music helped my riding, but losing the burrito was a real game changer.” Jeff Fallon

Carl and Peter, after six weeks, have settled into a comfortable mode of guidance. They shepherd us across the lands with savvy skill such as is chronicled in Louie Hammer novels. Organized and patient, they wait for the rest of us to “get it.”
Bill leads as you would expect. He rides hard, encourages others and occasionally cajoles free financial advice from Carl. “Buy! Sell! Sell! Buy!”

Gina is too kind to us. Always an encouraging word and an extra effort to make us comfortable. Fresh vegetables and high end cheese await us at every stop.

Warren brought a good set of legs and a better sense of humor. Further, he engineered an upgrade to Sam Adams in our beer cooler. He has certainly carried his weight on the trip.

As for me, I am having the time of my life. A therapy appointment is being scheduled now because I am beginning to regret that we have only one more day of riding!

Yesterday was just a little different from today. After a cold start and a hilly exit from the state capital, we settled into a steady rhythm of mooing at cows, dodging broken armadillos and outrunning red nosed pit bulls. My only real concern came when the turkey vultures decided to fly over us for a period. I was hoping that it was one of the other fellows they thought was about to expire.

Today we left a beautiful spot called high springs and traversed Gainesville courtesy of some incredibly beautiful bike trails. I ruined my record of no flats this morning by recording three in the parking lot. One courtesy of the road and two self inflicted. Peter resolved the situation.
As we left the bike trails and paced ourselves against the trucks pushing 65-70 mph, we worked our way to the world famous Lochloosa Fish Camp. We were greeted by a six foot black snake who didn’t take kindly to having me run over his tail. We were issued the camp’s “flagship” lodge and two premium cabins. These are so special that I was even handed a TV changer with my room key! I was glad we got here early enough that I could figure out how to lock the doors; the dueling banjos are starting to strum!
We may not have a home, but we’re gonna make it! Thanks to the crew, it couldn’t get any better!