<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:35:52.044-05:00</updated><category term='helmet head'/><category term='cross country ride'/><category term='bike boy'/><category term='touring bicycles'/><category term='cross country challenge'/><category term='california'/><category term='Greg Glovach'/><category term='mountain bicycles'/><category term='helmet'/><title type='text'>Bike Boy Glovach's Cross Country Challenge</title><subtitle type='html'>Greg Glovach's adventure Cross Country Challenge ride from San Francisco, California to Portsmouth, New Hampshire, during June and July, 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-702705354438406648</id><published>2007-08-15T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:32:52.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 52 - FINISH LINE!!!: Manchester, NH to Portsmouth, NH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THIS IS IT FOLKS! WE CROSS THE FINISH LINE TODAY.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNs1AS0bzI/AAAAAAAABDk/w0gMdry-5Y0/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNs1AS0bzI/AAAAAAAABDk/w0gMdry-5Y0/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099038860981333810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 52: 23 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester, NH (210 ft) to Portsmouth, NH (Sea Level!).  &lt;br /&gt;54 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;A perfect day on all accounts – beautiful weather, finishing the ride, and being greeted by family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, there was harpoon IPA everywhere!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Thrilled – we are all thrilled!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am blessed – I thank God for many  blessings, especially family and friends who encourage and support me always, a healthy body to do this ride, a country where we are allowed to enjoy it like this, and the good fortune in life to be able to afford and do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us seeing the ocean for the first time in 52 days, and moments later, the wonderful family and friends that were there to great us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rider Profile: Greg Glovach, 44, from Waltham, MA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWQS0b0I/AAAAAAAABDs/MqP4lo8UrL8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWQS0b0I/AAAAAAAABDs/MqP4lo8UrL8/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099039432211984194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born and raised in Providence, RI, I now live in Waltham, MA – near Boston.  I am a “temporarily” retired information services professional.&lt;br /&gt;I started to seriously think about riding cross-country in 2001 when I did RAGBRAI with my cousins Frank &amp; Guy from PA.  Living in NH at the time, every time I went for a ride, I would ride off the road into this Gilmanton, NH school and ride my bike across this painted map of the United States in the school parking lot.  I would slowly ride across it on my bicycle, and think “I will do this someday….”.  Today was that day!!&lt;br /&gt;My hobbies include bicycling, running, golfing, hiking, snowmobiling, and playing cards.  I am an avid National Geographic reader, and in my dreams I work for NG and go global to write about and photograph the world!&lt;br /&gt;From a “travel/vacation” perspective there are two things I have always wanted to do – ride my bicycle across America (complete), and go to Antarctica (stay tuned……).&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;“Life is not a race – it’s a ride.  Go long”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWQS0b1I/AAAAAAAABD0/3yqbTGXs12M/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWQS0b1I/AAAAAAAABD0/3yqbTGXs12M/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099039432211984210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Manchester, we travelled along nice country roads, and towards the seashore terrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWgS0b2I/AAAAAAAABD8/Gcclbk7yILM/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWgS0b2I/AAAAAAAABD8/Gcclbk7yILM/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099039436506951522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I rode with Rocket and Erin Go Bike – as you can see, the America By Bicycle Shirt was the shirt of choice today!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I rode and hung out quite a bit with these two – they have become good friends and helped make my trip as enjoyable as it was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, for whatever reason, probably Strange brew in Manchester last night, we are all tilted left and 13 degrees around parallel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWgS0b3I/AAAAAAAABEE/c3AQytvoaMs/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWgS0b3I/AAAAAAAABEE/c3AQytvoaMs/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099039436506951538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group was a great group, and Robert and I enjoyed our time together.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many friendships will survive this trip.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will have to go to France and see how good his golf game is sometime soon………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWwS0b4I/AAAAAAAABEM/TsYfp4c16pE/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNtWwS0b4I/AAAAAAAABEM/TsYfp4c16pE/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099039440801918850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered at Rye School for our procession to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuyQS0b5I/AAAAAAAABEU/bND8XQoj6xE/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuyQS0b5I/AAAAAAAABEU/bND8XQoj6xE/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099041012759949202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herb, Robert, Cliff, and Arlene led our procession to the beach.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arlene, forever prepared, double checked the directions before she followed the police escort – just in case the police officer, yes the police officer from the town we were in, led us the wrong way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuyQS0b6I/AAAAAAAABEc/5l8VvKMTRx0/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuyQS0b6I/AAAAAAAABEc/5l8VvKMTRx0/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099041012759949218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could smell it first, but this was our first glimpse of the Atlantic Ocean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuygS0b7I/AAAAAAAABEk/0fz86XLwPNE/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuygS0b7I/AAAAAAAABEk/0fz86XLwPNE/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099041017054916530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded as a group up Route 1A, and to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuywS0b8I/AAAAAAAABEs/94pC0IttbfM/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuywS0b8I/AAAAAAAABEs/94pC0IttbfM/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099041021349883842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We dipped our wheels, and looked pretty for a few more photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuywS0b9I/AAAAAAAABE0/EedY0pe0MgU/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNuywS0b9I/AAAAAAAABE0/EedY0pe0MgU/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099041021349883858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my “little” cousin Justin.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He and my cousin Donald made the trip up to see me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Notice his shirt?  That is a picture of me (probably in my early 20s) and him as a little kid – 3+ feet ago…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNv1wS0b-I/AAAAAAAABE8/dPK0qJtEs-I/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNv1wS0b-I/AAAAAAAABE8/dPK0qJtEs-I/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099042172401119202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was there to great me – Lori, Lana, and Dad (Pete).  That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I also was greeted by my girlfriend Joan, and friends Lisa, Donna, Juliet, Barry, Mike, Paula, and the Kingman (Jesse).  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with a great family and great friends!  It is good to be home!  J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Closing Note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNv1wS0b_I/AAAAAAAABFE/FwKHESre0Lc/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNv1wS0b_I/AAAAAAAABFE/FwKHESre0Lc/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099042172401119218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many signs and messages that crossed our path as we crossed America, and this last one was there for us as we left from our dinner at the Portsmouth Brewing Company.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am Bike Boy Glovach, and for now, “I’m Out!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But, hopefully, in the words of another good friend T4 – “I’ll Be Back!”…………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-702705354438406648?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/702705354438406648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=702705354438406648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/702705354438406648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/702705354438406648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-52-finish-line-manchester-nh-to.html' title='Day 52 - FINISH LINE!!!: Manchester, NH to Portsmouth, NH'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNs1AS0bzI/AAAAAAAABDk/w0gMdry-5Y0/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-3223706268443347396</id><published>2007-08-15T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:09:22.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 51: Brattleboro, VT to Manchester, NH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNDvAS0bmI/AAAAAAAABB8/MhaTFvly19k/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNDvAS0bmI/AAAAAAAABB8/MhaTFvly19k/s320/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098993677925379682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 51: 23 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brattleboro, VT (226 ft) to Manchester, NH (210 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;86 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;It’s not over, until you dip that wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the worst weather of the trip in some regards – cold (60s), wet, and a head wind!  The NH roads were also rough, and quite narrow in spots.  Although we started and finished at 200 feet above sea level, today was the second most feet of climbing we did on this whole tour – 6100 feet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Very well – I am ready to finish this thing off and celebrate!  All other riders are feeling the same – there is no stopping us now.  Remember that McFadden &amp; Whitehead song from your disco days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;The presentation of the CCC Map to “T4” Brian – the strongest man (or machine) on the trip – both physically and spiritually! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Arlene Vester, 67, from Chatom, AL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEpwS0bnI/AAAAAAAABCE/NbXLwNVhalM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEpwS0bnI/AAAAAAAABCE/NbXLwNVhalM/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098994687242694258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have all already seen pictures of her and she is your favorite as she is mine, but this woman continues to impress and motivate us every day!  Arlene was born in Ipswich, MA, and now lives in Chatom, AL.  She has 4 children, 7 grandchildren, and 3 great-grandchildren!  A retired bank worker, Arlene has thought about and trained for this ride for a bit of time (since 1975!!), and when she tells you how she needed to carry all the water she needed due to the remote area of AL where she lived, you understand why she is so strong.  But when she talks to you and you realize what a kind, unselfish, and good-hearted person she is, you realize why she is everyone’s favorite.  She can ride!!&lt;br /&gt;Arlene’s other hobbies include flowers, reading, swimming, and ball room dancing.  She taught T4 quite a few steps which I am sure he permanently stored to non-volatile memory.  Arlene and T4 had a great time together on this trip!!  J &lt;br /&gt;Arlene says:&lt;br /&gt;“If you have any dreams in life, so after them.”&lt;br /&gt;Listen to her my friends……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEpwS0boI/AAAAAAAABCM/9jzBG-dscKc/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEpwS0boI/AAAAAAAABCM/9jzBG-dscKc/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098994687242694274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we were even awake, we were in NH!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Rocket, “California Dude” Mike, T4, and I crossed the line together, and continued on to….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEqAS0bpI/AAAAAAAABCU/ZIQ_4Cupis0/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEqAS0bpI/AAAAAAAABCU/ZIQ_4Cupis0/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098994691537661586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keene, NH, then up some nice climbs like Sullivan Street here. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This picture doesn’t show it well, but that is a long and steep uphill….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEqAS0bqI/AAAAAAAABCc/0AhZh23zIqg/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEqAS0bqI/AAAAAAAABCc/0AhZh23zIqg/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098994691537661602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climbing continued today, but, as I mentioned yesterday, climbing always brings good things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like Cold Spring Pond.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful mountain lake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nice that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEqQS0brI/AAAAAAAABCk/ZoStBFCez6I/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNEqQS0brI/AAAAAAAABCk/ZoStBFCez6I/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098994695832628914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you keep climbing, you eventually get to the top.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the top of Pitchers Mountain, NH said “I am as beautiful as all those other states!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A tough claim to argue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGcwS0bsI/AAAAAAAABCs/hnKO1Jt4eIA/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGcwS0bsI/AAAAAAAABCs/hnKO1Jt4eIA/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098996662927650498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained pretty steadily, so, SAG II was in a barn which simply thrilled “Erin Go Bike”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At this point she is simply laughing at this whole Cross Country Challenge – she is ready for the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGdAS0btI/AAAAAAAABC0/w5P8hKGyeI4/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGdAS0btI/AAAAAAAABC0/w5P8hKGyeI4/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098996667222617810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to keep her in check, we had our final “test” of the trip – Joe English Road. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All riders got up it one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGdQS0buI/AAAAAAAABC8/s7ABa51i2N4/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGdQS0buI/AAAAAAAABC8/s7ABa51i2N4/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098996671517585122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the top of it was this old house from 1756.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGdQS0bvI/AAAAAAAABDE/Qv3trhKRjnY/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGdQS0bvI/AAAAAAAABDE/Qv3trhKRjnY/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098996671517585138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I arrived from the cold, rainy conditions, I was greeted with warm smiles form the friends from the Granite Group – Joe and Josee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGdQS0bwI/AAAAAAAABDM/L63adgwWW0A/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNGdQS0bwI/AAAAAAAABDM/L63adgwWW0A/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098996671517585154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our “Awards Ceremony” tonight.  All riders received an award of some sort.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brian, “T4”, was presented with the our official “Tracking Map” that was on display daily for us to see.  Brain deserved it as he truly represented what this ride was about – meeting people, and seeing America.  He rode with everyone in the group, the fastest and the slowest, and savored his entire trip.  He took the time to talk with everyone, and beat The Rocket in the morning when he didn’t get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He’s good him!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNHbQS0bxI/AAAAAAAABDU/fB6YqZ4YeLo/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNHbQS0bxI/AAAAAAAABDU/fB6YqZ4YeLo/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098997736669474578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One journey today ended in Brattleboro, VT – nice place that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Closing Note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNHbwS0byI/AAAAAAAABDc/D6IXSlMoDvk/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNHbwS0byI/AAAAAAAABDc/D6IXSlMoDvk/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098997745259409186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have seen some pictures of them already, and I didn’t profile them, but our America by Bicycle Staff certainly deserves my/our gratitude.  Christine, Michelle, Gerard, Andy, and Tom (not here as he covered the first half before Christine arrived) served us all very well – both tactically, and personally.  They encouraged us, supported the folks who rode fast as well as those who were out later than they should have been, and most importantly, encouraged all of us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These are skilled, nice people who made the difference for all of us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know I speak for all riders when I simply say “Thank you very much”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-3223706268443347396?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/3223706268443347396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=3223706268443347396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3223706268443347396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3223706268443347396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/08/brattleboro-vt-to-manchester-nh.html' title='Day 51: Brattleboro, VT to Manchester, NH'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RsNDvAS0bmI/AAAAAAAABB8/MhaTFvly19k/s72-c/image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-1265837239935770019</id><published>2007-07-22T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 50: Troy, NY to Battleboro, VT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQdswS0bYI/AAAAAAAABAM/GoX2yebYZz8/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQdswS0bYI/AAAAAAAABAM/GoX2yebYZz8/s320/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090226133550787970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 50: 22 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy, NY (370 ft) to Brattleboro, VT (226 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;77 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Today’s weather was cool to start, but quite perfect all day really.  It warmed up to about 80 with sunny skies, low humidity, and a slight head wind which made for a great riding day!  We were on quiet and busy roads today – mostly route 9 across Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;I am doing very well, and today was a good day for all riders.  There are only 2 days left – we are all excited, and trying to keep our wheels rolling…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Vermont towns – we passed through Bennington, Wilmington, and Brattleboro today – all three of these towns were charming and you didn’t really want to leave any of them!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Brian Butler, 40, from Manchester, England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeFQS0bZI/AAAAAAAABAU/2sm65mHa-WA/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeFQS0bZI/AAAAAAAABAU/2sm65mHa-WA/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090226554457582994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was born in Dublin, Ireland, and now lives in Manchester, England with his wife Debbie.  “T4”, as we call him, is a terrific guy and very fun to be with.  He is a driver for the local government in Manchester.  &lt;br /&gt;Brian and Debbie have just finished building a home just south of Valencia, Spain, and will likely move there within a couple years.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is quite an accomplished and active rower.  He hopes to complete a 2 person Trans-Atlantic row soon – an 8 week journey with just two guys and supplies!  This is one reason he is T4.&lt;br /&gt;Brian says:&lt;br /&gt;“The greater the risk, the better the reward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeFgS0baI/AAAAAAAABAc/OfpHPu5YfBc/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeFgS0baI/AAAAAAAABAc/OfpHPu5YfBc/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090226558752550306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Troy, we climbed immediately and were on some nice country roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeFgS0bbI/AAAAAAAABAk/S6uE2-GpVyQ/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeFgS0bbI/AAAAAAAABAk/S6uE2-GpVyQ/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090226558752550322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SAG I, Herb convinced Bobby to let him wear the magic coat.  Arlene was surprised so wanted a picture on someone besides Bobby in the magic coat. &lt;br /&gt;Herb proceeded to torture Bobby by jumping on his bike and riding away – he came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeFwS0bcI/AAAAAAAABAs/peBeIZ0LWz0/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeFwS0bcI/AAAAAAAABAs/peBeIZ0LWz0/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090226563047517634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 28 miles, we crossed into Vermont. &lt;br /&gt;Only one more state after Vermont on our Cross Country Challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeGAS0bdI/AAAAAAAABA0/dKFBcV7GVls/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQeGAS0bdI/AAAAAAAABA0/dKFBcV7GVls/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090226567342484946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 34 along route 9, I stopped to take pictures of a stream and the road ahead. &lt;br /&gt;This is what I see for hours each day behind those handlebars! &lt;br /&gt;On the handlebars you will notice a route sheet, a cycle computer, and for today, my old buddy Serpie.  Serpie has been a few places with me over the years, and I know he likes high country so I brought him out for Vermont. &lt;br /&gt;He is squirmy though – that is why I must bungy him,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCAS0beI/AAAAAAAABA8/VPliyqbjY2U/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCAS0beI/AAAAAAAABA8/VPliyqbjY2U/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090227598134636002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 51, I rode past this lake. &lt;br /&gt;Can you see the birds in the grass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCQS0bfI/AAAAAAAABBE/jA8qXoLhFuk/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCQS0bfI/AAAAAAAABBE/jA8qXoLhFuk/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090227602429603314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night after the t-shirt swap, Robert wanted to swap jerseys with me – we traded my yellow cycling jersey (sorry Loridemus) for a La Baule!  I wore that puppy to breakfast and let me tell you it was the talk of the day. &lt;br /&gt;La Baule s the area in France where Bobby is from – “the most beautiful beach in Europe” he says!! &lt;br /&gt;Viva La France!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCgS0bgI/AAAAAAAABBM/kVE4LQSSNdo/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCgS0bgI/AAAAAAAABBM/kVE4LQSSNdo/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090227606724570626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reward for getting your sorry ass to the top of a hill is that you get to see the beauty from there – these are the Green Mountains of Vermont. &lt;br /&gt;I like those me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCgS0bhI/AAAAAAAABBU/MnDecye6qPI/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCgS0bhI/AAAAAAAABBU/MnDecye6qPI/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090227606724570642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I m fascinated with cemeteries – this one was along route 9 in Marlboro, VT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCwS0biI/AAAAAAAABBc/lGTo-1uaWFc/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfCwS0biI/AAAAAAAABBc/lGTo-1uaWFc/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090227611019537954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, I also snapped a shot of Christine moving along……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfuAS0bjI/AAAAAAAABBk/9uGYb0D-ZlA/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQfuAS0bjI/AAAAAAAABBk/9uGYb0D-ZlA/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090228354048880178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One journey today ended in Brattleboro, VT – nice place that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Note: &lt;br /&gt;Many of you have already written to me that you are sad my journey is ending as you have enjoyed my journals.  This has been a great experience, especially with the exceptional staff and good people assembled.  Tomorrow night is our closing ceremonies, so, I may not write you until Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-1265837239935770019?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/1265837239935770019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=1265837239935770019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1265837239935770019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1265837239935770019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-50-troy-ny-to-battleboro-vt.html' title='Day 50: Troy, NY to Battleboro, VT'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQdswS0bYI/AAAAAAAABAM/GoX2yebYZz8/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5544711646775912539</id><published>2007-07-22T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 49: Little Falls, NY to Troy, NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZYgS0bII/AAAAAAAAA-U/09XpMkcbFXc/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZYgS0bII/AAAAAAAAA-U/09XpMkcbFXc/s320/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090221387611925634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 49: 21 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Falls, NY (370 ft) to Troy, NY (370 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;83 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Mountain views, mountains ahead….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Today’s weather was cool to start, but quite perfect all day really.  It warmed up to the mid 70s and sunny skies, low humidity, and a slight tail wind made for a great riding day!  We were on quiet scenic roads, as well as a bike path for a significant part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling spectacular, and my (remaining) CCC Riders are largely all feeling well also.  At this point, many are concerned about “shit happening” the last couple days – and it does happen…..,.&lt;br /&gt;One of the riders that joined us in Erie, a 70 year old gentlemen, fell today and banged his knee up pretty good – not sure but I think his tour is over also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Our day started out with me having a hotel flat (when you wake up and you have a flat before you even ride)!  As Rocket, Jeff, Tim and I waited for Gerard to fix me up, we discussed our trip with a woman named Kristen.  Rocket asked her if she ever did any bike touring – she replied “Yes, from Alaska to Argentina unassisted”.  Impressive.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Philippe Zivan Sussholz, 48, from Netanya, Isreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_AS0bNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/h5eYvfYCnho/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_AS0bNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/h5eYvfYCnho/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222049036889298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippe was born in Belgium, and now lives in Netanya, Israel, with his wife Ronit.  They have three children and 5 grandchildren!  &lt;br /&gt;Philippe is a business owner, but personally is retired.  He speaks 5 languages (Hebrew, English, French, Dutch, and German), and has travelled a bit to South America and Africa, and often to Europe, Asia, and the US.  &lt;br /&gt;He loves to learn, and is currently studying mathematics at Tel Aviv University.  &lt;br /&gt;His hobbies include running, chess, and traveling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Philippe says:&lt;br /&gt;“The real challenge is to be a good person.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_AS0bOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/MniDEj0ppWA/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_AS0bOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/MniDEj0ppWA/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222049036889314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s roads were quiet, and quickly we passed the historical site of Fort Klock, which is a restored English Fort from 1750.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_gS0bPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/VbdUH_vsHDk/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_gS0bPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/VbdUH_vsHDk/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222057626823922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road passed through more hilly terrain than we have seen in days maybe weeks, and also through little towns like Fonda, NY. &lt;br /&gt;These towns all have big brick buildings with nice store fronts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_gS0bQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/mTaERF68jGM/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_gS0bQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/mTaERF68jGM/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222057626823938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled largely on Route 5 today – nice scenery, beautiful weather, and little traffic. &lt;br /&gt;Wonderbar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_gS0bRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/b4k72hhulhg/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZ_gS0bRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/b4k72hhulhg/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222057626823954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route 5 passed by this house built in 1749 – the home of Sir William Johnson.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQauwS0bSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/C5qgnGKKz7Y/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQauwS0bSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/C5qgnGKKz7Y/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222869375642914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled along the Mohawk River quite a bit today, and by more locks of the Erie Canal. &lt;br /&gt;This picture shows you the elevation difference between the two waterways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQavAS0bTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/bbWUjoCI2bI/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQavAS0bTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/bbWUjoCI2bI/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222873670610226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike Boy posed for a picture at Lock 8 along the bike path. &lt;br /&gt;Right after Tim took this picture, he was not even on his pedals and we heard the “hisssssssssssss” – a flat tire without even moving.  The Glover brothers are gifted in this way………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQavAS0bUI/AAAAAAAAA_s/wSFoOg5yMa0/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQavAS0bUI/AAAAAAAAA_s/wSFoOg5yMa0/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222873670610242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike path was lovely, with frequent views of the river, some marshes, and the communities we passed through.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQavAS0bVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/QDBqiY5Kp3Y/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQavAS0bVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/QDBqiY5Kp3Y/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222873670610258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were GE buildings all around this area.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQavQS0bWI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ZDlv6X8wYs4/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQavQS0bWI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ZDlv6X8wYs4/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090222877965577570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This river, the Mohawk or some tributary of it, had significant plant growth in some areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQbbQS0bXI/AAAAAAAABAE/cypZVlZUQOw/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQbbQS0bXI/AAAAAAAABAE/cypZVlZUQOw/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090223633879821682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Troy finishing our day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Note: &lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had the t-shirt swap, and the one I brought was the first to be taken twice (at which point it was secured to that person).  It was my 2006 Granite State Wheelmen Century Ride Shirt – very popular………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5544711646775912539?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5544711646775912539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5544711646775912539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5544711646775912539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5544711646775912539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-49-little-falls-ny-to-troy-ny.html' title='Day 49: Little Falls, NY to Troy, NY'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQZYgS0bII/AAAAAAAAA-U/09XpMkcbFXc/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-1321666809302596766</id><published>2007-07-22T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 48: Liverpool, NY to Little Falls, NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVBQS0a8I/AAAAAAAAA80/8eUp6Zsi5yg/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVBQS0a8I/AAAAAAAAA80/8eUp6Zsi5yg/s320/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216590133455810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 48: 20 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool, NY (522 ft) to Little Falls, NY (370 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;79 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net/greg98266"&gt;T4 Riding Along&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Button Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;The cold, wet, weather continued today – raining on us quite a bit.  God showed His good grace though – we had a significant tail wind all day!  Friendlier roads today, though one Glover boy still managed to flat twice.  None for bike boy!!  J  Our roads were relatively quiet and largely along the Erie Canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;I am well, and glad to be back east.  Finding good coffee is a struggle in the mid-west, and you would think with all those damn cows they would have milk for coffee – but no, in the mid-west they love that crappy powdered cancer-causing powder stuff.  OK sorry – I agree that’s enough…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Erie Canal – hard to believe it was man made….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Rick Olafson, 60, from Tuscan, AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVVwS0a9I/AAAAAAAAA88/m4qkb2M1Chc/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVVwS0a9I/AAAAAAAAA88/m4qkb2M1Chc/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216942320774098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick, originally from Seattle, WA, now lives in Tuscan with his partner Sara.  Rick has 2 grown children.  &lt;br /&gt;Rick has only been biking for about 5 years, and enjoys riding with his friends.  He is a veteran of a couple 1 week bike tours, and only really thought about the cross-country thing for a bout a year – he was looking for something to keep him busy during his retirement transition.  Rick is also a runner, and runs marathons!&lt;br /&gt;Rick is an aerospace engineer, and still doing some consulting in that field.  He has worked on missile systems integration and testing for many years, including AMRAMM and AIM-9X.  &lt;br /&gt;Rick says:&lt;br /&gt;“Do things in the morning – that’s when the world is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVVwS0a-I/AAAAAAAAA9E/-i0xsHFY5NE/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVVwS0a-I/AAAAAAAAA9E/-i0xsHFY5NE/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216942320774114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cold and wet day for us, and we rode into Canastota and saw Greystone Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVWAS0a_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/IRAaeHr7QKw/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVWAS0a_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/IRAaeHr7QKw/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216946615741426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, I noticed that our new rider, Paul, was mocking me with this shirt! &lt;br /&gt;Slander I tell you!! &lt;br /&gt;Actually, he has good taste, as does Harpoon IPA! &lt;br /&gt;I tried to buy this shirt in 2001 before RAGBRAI – I must have one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVWAS0bAI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KnwxgME_vNk/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVWAS0bAI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KnwxgME_vNk/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216946615741442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our route today, and probably some of these towns, were all about the Erie Canal.   &lt;br /&gt;Along County 76, we passed through The Old Erie Canal State Park and caught this view of the canal. &lt;br /&gt;This park has multi-use trails, including snowmobile!!  :-)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVWQS0bBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/c8ccPCBzpFg/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVWQS0bBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/c8ccPCBzpFg/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216950910708754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 33 along Mason Road, we came across the world’s smallest church in the middle of this little, pollen/algae coated pond. &lt;br /&gt;This church seats two people and is non-denominational.  It is open to the public upon request.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQAS0bCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/cDXzwAuOiTs/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQAS0bCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/cDXzwAuOiTs/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217943048154146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued through the rain and drizzle along Skinner Road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQQS0bDI/AAAAAAAAA9s/tA0_9QG8LYM/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQQS0bDI/AAAAAAAAA9s/tA0_9QG8LYM/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217947343121458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halsey Road, there were orchards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQgS0bEI/AAAAAAAAA90/XEEM5yWy-qY/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQgS0bEI/AAAAAAAAA90/XEEM5yWy-qY/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217951638088770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just off River Road in Schuyler, was Lock 19. &lt;br /&gt;Lock 19 lifts barges/boats 19 feet, and it is over 10 miles in either direction to the next lock.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQgS0bFI/AAAAAAAAA98/MPRYAu78szc/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQgS0bFI/AAAAAAAAA98/MPRYAu78szc/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217951638088786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Falls is a cute little town, created by this river.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQwS0bGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ax_khff5v0g/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQWQwS0bGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ax_khff5v0g/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217955933056098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a laundry mat just across the street, so many CCC Riders decided to clean their stinky, dirty clothes. &lt;br /&gt;Robert is discussing the difference between French and Americanos washing machines here, simulation the agitating properties of the French design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQW4QS0bHI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5EHS-gmvUTU/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQW4QS0bHI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5EHS-gmvUTU/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090218634537888882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Western in Little Falls put out some wine, beer, and appetizers for the CCC Riders today. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, everyone was drinking…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Closing Note:  Information about 24 July, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have asked about the arrival ceremony NEXT Tuesday in New Hampshire.  Thanks for your interest and I encourage you all to come if possible – all of riders would love your support, and, as you have all meet these people through my journal, you can meet them too!  These are all great people – I hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;The best I can tell, the CCC Riders are gathering at noon 4 miles form the beach where the wheel dipping ceremony will be.  From this “meet point”, we will have a police escort to the beach area – I suspect we will arrive about 12:30 PM Tuesday, 24 July.  The beach where we will proceed to and perform our wheel dipping is:&lt;br /&gt;Wallis Sands State Beach&lt;br /&gt;Rye Harbor State Park&lt;br /&gt;Route 1A&lt;br /&gt;Rye, NH&lt;br /&gt;Bring Harpoon IPA…………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-1321666809302596766?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/1321666809302596766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=1321666809302596766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1321666809302596766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1321666809302596766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-48-liverpool-ny-to-little-falls-ny.html' title='Day 48: Liverpool, NY to Little Falls, NY'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQVBQS0a8I/AAAAAAAAA80/8eUp6Zsi5yg/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-4594813647885995556</id><published>2007-07-22T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 47: Canandaigua, NY to Liverpool, NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQQ0wS0axI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TiSgpOI6ZfU/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQQ0wS0axI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TiSgpOI6ZfU/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090211977338579730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 47: 19 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canandaigua, NY (685 ft) to Liverpool, NY (522 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;70 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;It’s always something…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Well, our luck with the weather ran out today.  We started out with cool, drizzly conditions, which turned into downpours at times!  The roads and scenery were good, but the rain, and serious road debris causes like 29 flats in the group – one for me!  The Rocket and I also had a full beer can thrown at us (it missed) – not nice on two accounts…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I remain quite well, but, am a bit tired and a few body parts feel they need rest…….,.  &lt;br /&gt;Today’s conditions were tough, and two riders fell in the town of Waterloo – one bad enough that he was unconscious and was taken by ambulance to the emergency room where he will remain for a few days while they monitor blood under his skull.  This accident will finish the ride for this rider – of course, we all feel terrible.  Likely, he will be released soon and be fine.  The other ride that fell in the same spot was bruised, but able to finish.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WEAR YOUR BICYCLE HELMETS, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, MAKE SURE EH CHILDREN DO ALWAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Flat tires – we broke a record today!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Bob Rodweller, 59, from Baltimore, MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGgS0ayI/AAAAAAAAA7k/85yGTsFkasE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGgS0ayI/AAAAAAAAA7k/85yGTsFkasE/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090212282281257762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob is originally from and still lives in the Baltimore, MD area.  He and his wife Cathy have one daughter Casey.&lt;br /&gt;Bob is a Viet Nam Veteran and extremely involved with and raising money for the Fisher House Foundation – this foundation helps wounded veterans during their healing.&lt;br /&gt;Please read about Bob’s cause at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstgiving.com/bobrodwellersride"&gt;http://www.firstgiving.com/bobrodwellersride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more about Bob at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobrodwellersride.com/mos/frontpage/"&gt;http://www.bobrodwellersride.com/mos/Frontpage/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob does work for CSC – helping them with business development.  This is his first major bike tour, but, he is an accomplished athlete!  Swimming, running, and biking are his hobbies, but his first is his family.&lt;br /&gt;Bob advises you:&lt;br /&gt;“Live everyday to it’s fullest!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGgS0azI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Z-9QIPsOCGo/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGgS0azI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Z-9QIPsOCGo/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090212282281257778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started out cold, and wet.  Shortly down the road we passed by Lake Seneca.  Tim and I rode in a bit and saw this reminder.&lt;br /&gt;A gloomy reminder, on a gloomy day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGwS0a0I/AAAAAAAAA70/UPKY8DCWCxg/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGwS0a0I/AAAAAAAAA70/UPKY8DCWCxg/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090212286576225090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dock, the beauty of this finger lake was there for us. &lt;br /&gt;These are beautiful, large lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGwS0a1I/AAAAAAAAA78/ZP37wSWEVlk/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGwS0a1I/AAAAAAAAA78/ZP37wSWEVlk/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090212286576225106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain/drizzle/not so nice weather, we rode into the town of Waterloo which proudly boasts itself as “The birthplace of Memorial Day”. &lt;br /&gt;We had some memories here – two riders fell in this town on a slick stone curb that was only an inch above the road surface.  One rider, as I mentioned, hit his head hard and will be in the hospital for a couple days.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGwS0a2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/MAIsDDY0JiA/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQRGwS0a2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/MAIsDDY0JiA/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090212286576225122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 40 along Turnpike Road, we passed this nice little babbling brook.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQQ0wS0axI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TiSgpOI6ZfU/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQQ0wS0axI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TiSgpOI6ZfU/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090211977338579730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies opened up completely on us at about mile 50 near in Elmridge, NY.  Thank God, these lovely ladies at The Red &amp; White Café were ready to make our day better.  Julie, Judy, Lindsey, and Ann got us all some great food and drink, and once the rain subsided, sent us on our way.  While I hope you never need her service, Lindsey could be your nurse someday, and, I hope we all see Ann swimming in the Olympics sometime soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmQS0a3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/cEtqILKDsrM/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmQS0a3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/cEtqILKDsrM/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090213927253732210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Red &amp; White Store / Café in Elmride, NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmQS0a4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/szC-fNmvXHg/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmQS0a4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/szC-fNmvXHg/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090213927253732226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the road, along a busy street with retail and commercial store fronts, this barn was just a step off the road.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmgS0a5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/jVKNC38bYTU/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmgS0a5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/jVKNC38bYTU/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090213931548699538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Rocket, Tim and I took a left on Newport Avenue, Jeff and space-shoe Voleon were attending to Jeff’s flat – one of his 6 for the day!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmgS0a6I/AAAAAAAAA8k/5VJ2rnpBwu4/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmgS0a6I/AAAAAAAAA8k/5VJ2rnpBwu4/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090213931548699554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing in on Liverpool, we rode along Jones Road where we saw a swamp, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmwS0a7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/mmNPzPKUP9g/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQSmwS0a7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/mmNPzPKUP9g/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090213935843666866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also mountains. &lt;br /&gt;We have enjoyed the beauty of New York State, and know these mountains mean we are headed back into them.  We will be in Vermont and new Hampshire in a couple days, with our 2nd and 3rd most difficult climbing days of the tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-4594813647885995556?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/4594813647885995556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=4594813647885995556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4594813647885995556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4594813647885995556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-47-canandaigua-ny-to-liverpool-ny.html' title='Day 47: Canandaigua, NY to Liverpool, NY'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQQ0wS0axI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TiSgpOI6ZfU/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-341797619307157720</id><published>2007-07-22T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 46: Hamburg, NY to Canandaigua, NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLawS0arI/AAAAAAAAA6s/OebJzxzzwyE/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLawS0arI/AAAAAAAAA6s/OebJzxzzwyE/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090206033103841970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 46: 18 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburg, NY to Canandaigua, NY (685 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;94 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Finger licking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;One more time, I am thrilled to tell you we had yet another perfect riding day – 80, overcast to sunny, mild humidity.  This was a wonderful ride along scenic, quiet roads.  Good stuff this!&lt;br /&gt;I did have 2 flats today however – there were many in the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Wonderbar!  Don’t think I will get knocked out by this virus, I am a little tired, but, very confident I will remain intact and riding!   &lt;br /&gt;One of the CCC Riders, however, was NOT able to stay ahead of this virus and decided to call it quits today after battling it for over a week.  It is sad to see a CCC Rider leave – we all hope and try to help each other however we can…………….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;We ended our ride today at Lake Canandaigua –a beautiful finger lake.  We enjoyed a walk in the evening – nice town this!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Andrew Perry, 55, from Lancaster, England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLagS0anI/AAAAAAAAA6M/AZ99bxXtPQs/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLagS0anI/AAAAAAAAA6M/AZ99bxXtPQs/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090206028808874610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, originally form Blackpool, now lives in Lancaster, England with his wife Lynne, and 3 children.  Andrew is a retired police inspector, and now is a property and land owner.  &lt;br /&gt;Andrew has never done a bike tour before, but has wanted to ride across the US for about 10 years.  His hobbies include rugby, wine, and family.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is an extremely gentile and warm guy – thank God, because, he is big and strong too!  All CCC Riders have enjoyed their time with Andrew, and, he has been trying to teach us to speak a little better!&lt;br /&gt;Andrew says the Perry Family Mottos is:&lt;br /&gt;“SEMPER IN CAECENDI SUMUS&lt;br /&gt;SOL ALTITUNDO VARIET”, which is&lt;br /&gt;“We are always in the shit – it is only the depth that varies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLEwS0amI/AAAAAAAAA6E/2_EdxB65nUk/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLEwS0amI/AAAAAAAAA6E/2_EdxB65nUk/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090205655146719842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started with a “personal” visit to The Burgwardt Bicycle Museum.  This nice little museum had many bicycles from the late 1800s and early 1900s, including the red “Boneshaker” bicicyle which was patented by Pierre Lallement in 1886 (abouts…).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLagS0aoI/AAAAAAAAA6U/PLQQByoEVZk/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLagS0aoI/AAAAAAAAA6U/PLQQByoEVZk/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090206028808874626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding cross-country is NOT a new fad – Thomas Stevens did it in 103 days in 1884!   &lt;br /&gt;I tell you, from experience, that is impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLagS0apI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BhPXHbK6KHQ/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLagS0apI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BhPXHbK6KHQ/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090206028808874642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were already hours late from being in the museum, Geraldo, The Rocket, and I had breakfast at Two Sisters Café in Orchard Park, NY.  Lovely little place.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLawS0aqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Mdy_sO34fgo/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLawS0aqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Mdy_sO34fgo/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090206033103841954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we did get back on the road, and along Two Rod Road I saw this beautiful sign – reminding me of my friends and one of the activities we enjoy together.\ &lt;br /&gt;Pray for snow kids…………..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLawS0arI/AAAAAAAAA6s/OebJzxzzwyE/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLawS0arI/AAAAAAAAA6s/OebJzxzzwyE/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090206033103841970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, we rolled into Marilla, and saw Arlene and Brian at The Country Store – enjoying treats and tea.   &lt;br /&gt;T4 suggested I “walk about” the store, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZgS0asI/AAAAAAAAA60/xlZAuIOEC7Y/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZgS0asI/AAAAAAAAA60/xlZAuIOEC7Y/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207111140633282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did.  It was a cool building with all sorts of levels, and knick knacks.  There was also a section for Marilla town history in there.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZgS0atI/AAAAAAAAA68/9ovmEnkYEhk/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZgS0atI/AAAAAAAAA68/9ovmEnkYEhk/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207111140633298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to focus for a while, and eventually we got ourselves all the way to mile 69 to SAG II in the Town Of Avon. &lt;br /&gt;At the rotary, Christine served us up some food and drink, then, we focused for a while .3 miles until we got to……..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZwS0auI/AAAAAAAAA7E/-NoMKbOa4oI/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZwS0auI/AAAAAAAAA7E/-NoMKbOa4oI/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207115435600610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Whal’s Rootbeer Stand. &lt;br /&gt;A little lunch and rootbeer here, and, eventually we were rolling again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZwS0avI/AAAAAAAAA7M/jwBfEjLWAa0/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZwS0avI/AAAAAAAAA7M/jwBfEjLWAa0/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207115435600626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling along Route 20 in East Bloomfield, I noticed the Old Bloomfield Antique Store.   &lt;br /&gt;There are many brick buildings, and houses, in this section of New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZwS0awI/AAAAAAAAA7U/1oS3tY2jDeM/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQMZwS0awI/AAAAAAAAA7U/1oS3tY2jDeM/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207115435600642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, as the shadows grew, we approached Canandaigua on Route 20. &lt;br /&gt;FYI – I live just off Route 20 in Waltham, MA – I am certain this is the same road.   &lt;br /&gt;I guess I know the way back to here if I ever want to go for a REALLY long ride…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-341797619307157720?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/341797619307157720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=341797619307157720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/341797619307157720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/341797619307157720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-46-hamburg-ny-to-canandaigua-ny.html' title='Day 46: Hamburg, NY to Canandaigua, NY'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqQLawS0arI/AAAAAAAAA6s/OebJzxzzwyE/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-6324792089849817025</id><published>2007-07-20T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 45: Erie, PA to Hamburg, NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_EgS0abI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hLvLIFMk8J4/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_EgS0abI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hLvLIFMk8J4/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089488769270442418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 45: 15 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;(Day 44 was a Rest Day in Erie, PA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erie, PA (710 ft) to Hamburg, NY.  &lt;br /&gt;81 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;This is vErie nice!!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, yet another perfect riding day.  80, overcast, mild humidity, and calm/no winds along nice roads near Lake Erie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;All is well with all.  The “CCC Virus” is still threatening some folks, but, everyone is hanging in there!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;The Daniel Reed Memorial Pier – a beautiful place which reminded me of my little buddy – and all my little friends!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Wayne Hoover, 56, from Lexington, KY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_agS0acI/AAAAAAAAA40/0S1UELmGLGU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_agS0acI/AAAAAAAAA40/0S1UELmGLGU/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489147227564482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally from Evansville, IN, Wayne now resides in Lexington with his wife Karen and 2 grown children Chase, and Chance.  Wayne owns his own custom kitchen cabinet business.&lt;br /&gt;This is Wayne’s first bike tour, and he decided to do it to support his efforts for The Dr.  Larry Turner Foundation – a foundation/scholarship to promote agricultural education and programs.  Read more about The Dr. Larry Turner Foundation and Wayne @ &lt;br /&gt;http://imperator.ca.uky.edu/turnerchallenge/&lt;br /&gt;Wayne’s hobbies include projects around the farm, horses, and remodeling.  &lt;br /&gt;Wayne says:&lt;br /&gt;“There are two ways to go through life – one is last class, and one is first class.”  And, &lt;br /&gt;“I try to do something different every week – get out of your comfort zone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_agS0adI/AAAAAAAAA48/Vh-rU0cZ6gU/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_agS0adI/AAAAAAAAA48/Vh-rU0cZ6gU/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489147227564498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening on our rest day, many of us went over to see a AA Ball Game – the Erie Seawolves versus the Reading Phillies.  &lt;br /&gt;This game was brilliant even before it started, because all fans were lucky enough to hear our National Anthem performed by a beautiful young girl named Morgan, 9 years old, from Erie.&lt;br /&gt;Well, The Rocket and I were especially lucky, as, not sitting in our assigned seats (The Rocket has disciplinary problems….), she came and sat right in front of us with her sister, mom, and dad!  We had a nice talk all of us for several innings.&lt;br /&gt;While we were off to ride on Tuesday, she said she was off with her mom and Girl Scout Troop to an amusement park near Pittsburg.&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time she sang The National Anthem and the first time her picture was taken – I couldn’t believe that.  She is an awesome girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_awS0aeI/AAAAAAAAA5E/P9pZMEFw8gs/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_awS0aeI/AAAAAAAAA5E/P9pZMEFw8gs/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489151522531810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we entered into NY, there was this creek along the road.  These creeks flow over slate like rock – pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_awS0afI/AAAAAAAAA5M/DJQBRD3bLsg/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_awS0afI/AAAAAAAAA5M/DJQBRD3bLsg/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489151522531826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it today, we clicked off another state on our CCC. &lt;br /&gt;The Rocket, T4, me, Arlene, and Jay crossed over together, and then got moving again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_bAS0agI/AAAAAAAAA5U/nsoAQlYb5ag/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_bAS0agI/AAAAAAAAA5U/nsoAQlYb5ag/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489155817499138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before we could get moving, The Rocket had to eat a Cliff Bar – he hadn’t eaten on at least 10 minutes at this point. &lt;br /&gt;The Rocket scares people a bit, and you will notice most people and terminators leaving their helmets ON when near The Rocket.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmgS0ahI/AAAAAAAAA5c/xEYdOULT6vQ/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmgS0ahI/AAAAAAAAA5c/xEYdOULT6vQ/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089491552409250322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at the PA / NY line, is the Lakeside Stateline Golf Course, complete with vineyards along the fairway. &lt;br /&gt;Nice place this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmgS0aiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dCg9n0sVzw8/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmgS0aiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dCg9n0sVzw8/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089491552409250338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend a good portion of the day on Route 5, and had many views of great houses, vineyards, and Lake Erie, and in some cases like this, all three at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_EgS0abI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hLvLIFMk8J4/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_EgS0abI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hLvLIFMk8J4/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089488769270442418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 miles into New Your on Route 5, we stopped at Daniel Reed Memorial Peer.&lt;br /&gt;I know a Daniel Reed – one of my many snowmobile friends!&lt;br /&gt;Hi Daniel – and Jason, Kelsey, Shelby, Katie, Amy, Lindsay, Bethany, Michael, and Meagan!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmwS0ajI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ilWgkGAGzCo/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmwS0ajI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ilWgkGAGzCo/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089491556704217650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Erie offered many wonderful views, like this sandy beach.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmwS0akI/AAAAAAAAA50/J6RzB6vJJPQ/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmwS0akI/AAAAAAAAA50/J6RzB6vJJPQ/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089491556704217666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmwS0alI/AAAAAAAAA58/QVa-ECr5q_A/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqGBmwS0alI/AAAAAAAAA58/QVa-ECr5q_A/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089491556704217682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this vastness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-6324792089849817025?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/6324792089849817025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=6324792089849817025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/6324792089849817025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/6324792089849817025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-45-erie-pa-to-hamburg-ny.html' title='Day 45: Erie, PA to Hamburg, NY'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqF_EgS0abI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hLvLIFMk8J4/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5908080642929161388</id><published>2007-07-20T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 43: Youngstown, OH to Erie, PA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 2007!!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFXgAS0aQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qrq8voQz9LY/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFXgAS0aQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qrq8voQz9LY/s320/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445261251733762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 43: 15 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngstown, OH (882 ft) to Erie, PA (710 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;97 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Get out of Ohio and REST!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Yet one more good riding day – cool temperatures, quiet roads, but headwinds for much of the ride as we travelled north.  The roads were pretty good and generally quiet – what we like……    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Still well.  Looking forward to a rest day – hopefully I rest……..     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the great lake – we’re not in Kansas anymore!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Stu Kinney, 67, from Vacaville, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3QS0aRI/AAAAAAAAA3c/VBTjn2PEebw/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3QS0aRI/AAAAAAAAA3c/VBTjn2PEebw/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445660683692306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu, originally from Beverly Hills, CA, now lives in Vacaville with his wife Nora.  He is a retired computer programmer who most recently worked for Hewlett Packard.&lt;br /&gt;Stu is a friendly, kind man, whose company is enjoyed by all the CCC Riders.  His only “other” real bike tour was 30 years ago when he rode solo from San Francisco to Los Angeles!  He has thought about the cross-country ride for a few years and thought he could do it with a supported tour like America by Bicycle.  &lt;br /&gt;Stu also enjoys race walking, and making stained glass pictures.    &lt;br /&gt;Stu says:&lt;br /&gt;“If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3QS0aSI/AAAAAAAAA3k/SMQAFkpL1Ag/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3QS0aSI/AAAAAAAAA3k/SMQAFkpL1Ag/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445660683692322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along in the AM, we passed yet more farms, and this little John Deere line-up.&lt;br /&gt;I know my friend Kenny would love to see this on his bicycle routes.  Oh that’s right, you would need to ride your bicycle to see it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3QS0aTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/nRnpZO07pTA/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3QS0aTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/nRnpZO07pTA/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445660683692338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SAG I, we headed down SR 322 into an awful looking sky.&lt;br /&gt;But, it didn’t rain on us at all today – good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3gS0aUI/AAAAAAAAA30/tDX4E9lD3Ds/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3gS0aUI/AAAAAAAAA30/tDX4E9lD3Ds/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445664978659650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 60 miles along Hatches Corner Road, Gary and Ann stopped to ask us what was up as they had seen other riders ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;The Rocket and I chatted with them about the trip as they are interested in this kind of thing. &lt;br /&gt;Nice peoples. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was riding with my jacket on again – I was cold again………….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3gS0aVI/AAAAAAAAA38/tSVUEwmuKmQ/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFX3gS0aVI/AAAAAAAAA38/tSVUEwmuKmQ/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445664978659666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout Ohio, we saw many red barns, like this one, as well as isolated and old ones too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY1wS0aWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/hWwTXmuycek/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY1wS0aWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/hWwTXmuycek/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446734425516386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before SAG II, the Rocket and I saw the Taristano Winery and Café.  We decided to stop for coffee, and you can see I am drinking one there.  Before you knew it, Wayne and Erin also stopped in, and then…&lt;br /&gt; (The pasta was awesome!)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY1wS0aXI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0SftiMrytg4/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY1wS0aXI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0SftiMrytg4/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446734425516402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole bunch of people in spandex filled this joint up. &lt;br /&gt;This place was awesome – we didn’t really want to leave, and, well, the Rocket even took a bit of Taristano with him (two bottles of wine in his water bottle holders!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY2AS0aYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ZxVglbZCtiw/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY2AS0aYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ZxVglbZCtiw/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446738720483714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple miles up the road was SAG II at the Richardson Root Beer Stand.  It was a 50s style place and quite busy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY2AS0aZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/gMCyOA8nrCE/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY2AS0aZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/gMCyOA8nrCE/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446738720483730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their famous root beer float – most CCC Riders had one of these before they continued.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFXgAS0aQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qrq8voQz9LY/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFXgAS0aQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qrq8voQz9LY/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445261251733762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few miles down the road, we entered into the historic state of Pennsylvania. &lt;br /&gt;My Dad is from Olyphant, PA – near Wilkes-Barre.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY2AS0aaI/AAAAAAAAA4k/YI2IVctte48/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFY2AS0aaI/AAAAAAAAA4k/YI2IVctte48/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446738720483746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding along Route 5 in PA, we passed by Mason Farms and had our first glimpse of Lake Erie – notice the big ship to the left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5908080642929161388?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5908080642929161388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5908080642929161388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5908080642929161388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5908080642929161388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-43-youngstown-oh-to-erie-pa.html' title='Day 43: Youngstown, OH to Erie, PA'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RqFXgAS0aQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qrq8voQz9LY/s72-c/image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5838621615304464159</id><published>2007-07-17T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 42: Wooster, OH to Youngstown, OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINISH LINE IN PORTSMOUTH, NH - JULY 24, 20007: THE COUNTDOWN IN ON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcddI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ZwzeqFiGH7I/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcddI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ZwzeqFiGH7I/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088291424422360530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 42: 14 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooster, OH (912 ft) to Youngstown, OH (882 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;90 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Long and Steep!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Another great riding day – low 80s, mild, big tail wind!  The route was along county roads again, and while most were pleasant and scenic, some were busy and more than a couple Ohio drivers were NOT courteous to us!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Good, but tired.  Robert my roommate went to the doctor tonight – bronchitis.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Nobody got hurt.  It seemed possible today…  L  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Robert Voleon, 74, from .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-FnJcdaI/AAAAAAAAA18/2jZ19OUKRXs/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-FnJcdaI/AAAAAAAAA18/2jZ19OUKRXs/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088291420127393186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert, “Bobby”, was born in La Bouexiere  (35), and now lives in La Baule (44) France with his wife Therese.  Robert is retired from IBM – he worked as a freelance computer programmer and technician in France.&lt;br /&gt;Robert is a very strong rider, and rides with his club, Randonneurs Baulois (44), in France.  It is hard to believe, but, this is his LAST bicycle ride – he “agreed” with his wife that if she let him ride across America, he would give up bicycle riding (she worries about him on the road).  This guy still has lots of energy, so, she may regret that decision!  Robert is also quite passionate about golf, and hopes to compete in France’s over 75 championships next year.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby has said to me after many longs days:&lt;br /&gt;“To want to cross America is one thing.  To actually cross America by bicycle is another thing!” – but he is and will do it!&lt;br /&gt;He very much enjoyed the scenery out west, but was appalled by Kansas and especially the way the cattle were treated.&lt;br /&gt;Robert’s philosophy is:&lt;br /&gt;“Relationships are what is important.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-FnJcdbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/-EpK8YVEJAE/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-FnJcdbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/-EpK8YVEJAE/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088291420127393202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all on the road by 7:00 AM today, including our three new riders – Dave and his two daughters Allison and Tracy.  These three are on board for a few days to “taste” the experience and maybe do the whole thing in 4 years when Dave is 75!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is enjoying their company, but Rocket and I are a little concerned with their willingness to finish after us.  We had a little talk with them……………&lt;br /&gt;And Gerard in the background there, two miles into the ride he is fixing and test riding Arlene’s bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcdcI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Vi1GIqGLBxo/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcdcI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Vi1GIqGLBxo/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088291424422360514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trails today brought us through Canal Fulton, which was already busy setting up for their “Olde Canal Days Festoval”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcddI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ZwzeqFiGH7I/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcddI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ZwzeqFiGH7I/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088291424422360530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up 100 feet form Mount Pleasant Avenue in Providence, RI. &lt;br /&gt;There weren’t many farms there……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcdeI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yP12tE4yZmk/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcdeI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yP12tE4yZmk/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088291424422360546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trails the last three days included a few detours. &lt;br /&gt;Ironically, we all confused ourselves here, and, in fact, we weren’t even supposed to go this way. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, we don’t make too many earth critical decisions on this trip – we limit ourselves to straight, right, left, and u-turns!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_nXJcdfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/DNaMsZlbtQA/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_nXJcdfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/DNaMsZlbtQA/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088293099459606002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s Tim motoring at Mile 60. &lt;br /&gt;He is wondering why I am laying on the ground………..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_nnJcdgI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Fk9I8ElZirY/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_nnJcdgI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Fk9I8ElZirY/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088293103754573314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled along Middletown Road fro a while, and while scenic, was busy, and rough.  We had some close calls with drivers along this road and today in general. &lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what goes on in Ohio, but the dogs and drivers are NOT happy people. &lt;br /&gt;The Rocket is from Ohio – this is a clue to what’s up with The Rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_nnJcdhI/AAAAAAAAA20/xYfQjeevzpw/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_nnJcdhI/AAAAAAAAA20/xYfQjeevzpw/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088293103754573330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some beautiful homes and property on our travels today, and many folk setting up and enjoying Saturday with cook outs, volleyball, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_nnJcdiI/AAAAAAAAA28/6bG-1MZFm-E/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_nnJcdiI/AAAAAAAAA28/6bG-1MZFm-E/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088293103754573346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This farm on Leffington Road caught my eye. &lt;br /&gt;The trees in Ohio and plentiful and large – like New England.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_n3JcdjI/AAAAAAAAA3E/giVSqaNOq0E/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0_n3JcdjI/AAAAAAAAA3E/giVSqaNOq0E/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088293108049540658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our road ahead on Leffington Road was wonderful – scenic, downhill, and a tail wind.  A triple crown! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp1AaHJcdkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/FSVhATbZx48/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp1AaHJcdkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/FSVhATbZx48/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088293971337967170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riding packs joined quite a bit today – which is fun.  A few of us rode along Palmyra Road together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Note:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5838621615304464159?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5838621615304464159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5838621615304464159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5838621615304464159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5838621615304464159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-42-wooster-oh-to-youngstown-oh.html' title='Day 42: Wooster, OH to Youngstown, OH'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rp0-F3JcddI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ZwzeqFiGH7I/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-4582137106733180345</id><published>2007-07-15T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 41: Marysville, OH to Wooster, OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphI3JcdPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/e6EkqUz7www/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphI3JcdPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/e6EkqUz7www/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485533938808050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 41: 13 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marysville, OH (1050 ft) to Wooster, OH (912 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;105 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Long and Steep!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Today was another perfect day to ride – low 70s, low humidity, good tailwind, and pretty good roads.  Not sure why I had a wind breaker on until 2:30 PM – not a good sign…………,.  Today’s route was along quiet county roads again, but there were some very steep, but not too long climbs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;I think I am definitely tired and fighting the potential congestion that seems ready to overtake me.  I was low energy today, and should be sleeping now….   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Finishing!  Tough ride for many today!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Erin “Erin Go Bike” Sullivan, 24, from Kailua, HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphoXJcdQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KlIvQAHMEWE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphoXJcdQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KlIvQAHMEWE/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087486075104687362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin entered this event with about 100 miles of training, 5900 less than the AbB recommended amount, and completed the first 12 days without any food or water!  But she has learned a lot about cycling, is an incredibly strong athlete, and loves endurance cycling so much we now call her “Erin Go Bike”.  While she is very much enjoying her trip, she has claimed that she would “Like to level Rocket with a 2 x 4!”&lt;br /&gt;Originally from Ocala, FL, Erin is a (temporarily retired, like me) Marketing professional and lives in HI with her husband Patrick who is a 1st Lieutenant in the US Marine Corps.  Erin also enjoys running, sailing, and reading.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:&lt;br /&gt;“It is what it is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphonJcdRI/AAAAAAAAA00/6_SDxvQq3d4/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphonJcdRI/AAAAAAAAA00/6_SDxvQq3d4/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087486079399654674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:15 AM, we started to load our gear onto the AbB trucks under the beauty of this dawn sunrise, and the curiosity of this bird.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphonJcdSI/AAAAAAAAA08/55wjaUaX3-E/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphonJcdSI/AAAAAAAAA08/55wjaUaX3-E/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087486079399654690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of beauty, this thing was dream come true at about the 13 mile mark and on the grounds on Price Farms Organics. &lt;br /&gt;You know how I mentioned that anything could “take you out of this ride” – I didn’t have long…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rppho3JcdTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/p_8mlxdwluo/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rppho3JcdTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/p_8mlxdwluo/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087486083694622002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreams come true, the Rocket has been in search of new friends, and well, clearly he has three. &lt;br /&gt;He has a way with, well, animals…………..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphI3JcdPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/e6EkqUz7www/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphI3JcdPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/e6EkqUz7www/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485533938808050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS &lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;SPARTA!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now my hamstring hurts too…….  L&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rppho3JcdUI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3HL2aM2la6A/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rppho3JcdUI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3HL2aM2la6A/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087486083694622018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Sparta Road, was this lovely flower garden and aged barn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjF3JcdVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/hhTgWqXE2Ak/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjF3JcdVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/hhTgWqXE2Ak/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087487681422456146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well kept farm and farm house were along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjF3JcdWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/obWIjgLEEas/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjF3JcdWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/obWIjgLEEas/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087487681422456162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These teenagers were caring for these cows along our route today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjF3JcdXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/jvsGjgOc1Ug/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjF3JcdXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/jvsGjgOc1Ug/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087487681422456178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON SR 603, we had some severe ups and downs.  These hills were not long, but were quite steep at times. &lt;br /&gt;Like this time…….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjGHJcdYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8LioxsnIZAY/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjGHJcdYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8LioxsnIZAY/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087487685717423490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on along SR 603, the Mohawk Bar advertised Bike Night every Friday. &lt;br /&gt;I tried to get the kids together to put their spandex and silly shoes back on and ride back out to the Mohawk, but, everyone felt maybe bed was a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;I think this was a missed opportunity – for a beating probably…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjGHJcdZI/AAAAAAAAA10/BNLaXG4DwQw/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RppjGHJcdZI/AAAAAAAAA10/BNLaXG4DwQw/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087487685717423506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hayesville, the Rocket and I stopped at the Olde 30 Inn for coffee and struck up a conversation with George on the left.  George has always been from these parts and is glad of it.  A retired truck driver, he still rides his two motorcycles around, but not today as he wretched his back yesterday.  Hugh in the background didn’t say too much, but enjoyed the conversation around him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-4582137106733180345?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/4582137106733180345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=4582137106733180345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4582137106733180345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4582137106733180345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-41-marysville-oh-to-wooster-oh.html' title='Day 41: Marysville, OH to Wooster, OH'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpphI3JcdPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/e6EkqUz7www/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5301296093283627946</id><published>2007-07-14T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:36:58.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 40: Richmond, IN to Marysville, OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfL3JcdGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RY_T1MBQuE4/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfL3JcdGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RY_T1MBQuE4/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087131542734271586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 40: 12 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond, IN (979 ft) to Marysville, OH (1050 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;105 Miles + Extra!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Beware of the Dog!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Today was a perfect day to ride – low 70s, low humidity, good tailwind, and pretty good roads.  The “gotcha” was, the scheduled 105 miles became more for everyone – probably 116 for me, and over 120 for others.  The route sheet sent most people astray in the AM, and a closed bridge added another 6 or so!  I guess it was a good day for that at least….,.  The tailwinds helped, but our terrain was a little hillier than we have seen in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Other than being paranoid about getting sick, I am well.  Robert is still one big flem-ball, and two riders didn’t even ride today with chest congestion.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Idiots emerging form the corn fields – to play baseball on bicycles………..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Dave “Dr. Dave” Moore, 48, from Gettysburg, PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfznJcdHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4bwXSQaf0jM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfznJcdHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4bwXSQaf0jM/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087132225634071666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dr. Dave” is a family practitioner who was born and lives in Gettysburg, PA with his wife Carol and 15year old daughter Bekki.  Dave has completed many bicycle tours in his years, and rides with the Hanover Cyclers Club.  Dave had the dream to ride cross country for many years and is thoroughly enjoying this opportunity.  Dave “loves to learn” and enjoys everything, especially movies, books, and history.  He has been to 4 movies on this trip!  Dave is raising money for the Lance Armstrong Foundation (&lt;a href="http://livestrong.org/grassroots/davidmoore"&gt;http://livestrong.org/grassroots/davidmoore&lt;/a&gt;) and is keeping his blog at &lt;a href="http://davescrosscountrybikeride.blogspot.com"&gt;http://davescrosscountrybikeride.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dave says:&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t control the mileage, terrain, or weather, but we can choose our attitude and that makes all the difference.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren’t even really awake yet, I mean I didn’t even have a bio break yet and we were leaving Indiana entering Ohio at 2.7 miles.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got myself together anyway for the photo….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfznJcdII/AAAAAAAAAzs/kf_rp5ivcdM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfznJcdII/AAAAAAAAAzs/kf_rp5ivcdM/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087132225634071682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s route was all along quiet county roads with farms, corn, and freakin’ angry dogs everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfL3JcdGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RY_T1MBQuE4/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfL3JcdGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RY_T1MBQuE4/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087131542734271586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SAG I, we noticed this ball field near the cornfield. &lt;br /&gt;Before we knew exactly what was going on, they came out from the corn fields – no, not baseball greats, but idiot bicycle riders who played a quick at bat using a tennis ball and bicycles. &lt;br /&gt;“Field of Nightmares” really……….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfDHJcdFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/2OG6_pkaRvQ/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfDHJcdFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/2OG6_pkaRvQ/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087131392410416210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Loy Road, we meet the two most vicious of the 100 vicious dogs of that day – two really angry sheppards. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, not sure what happens to dogs in Ohio, but they are NOT happy……..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rpkfz3JcdJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/AlJseHyMBLY/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rpkfz3JcdJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/AlJseHyMBLY/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087132229929038994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;County roads brought us to Springfield, OH, and Braden’s Panini Shop.  Braden’s has been open for one week, but was a good find and will be on future AbB Route Sheets.  This place had it all – couches, paninis, ice cream, gourmet fudge and chocolates, and venti mocha triple lattes!  J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rpkf0HJcdKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Zfm_uI5T1rU/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rpkf0HJcdKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Zfm_uI5T1rU/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087132234224006306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAG II was near a church and cemetery, with a simple but perhaps unobtainable dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rpkf0HJcdLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/9F8rkgmhY3o/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rpkf0HJcdLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/9F8rkgmhY3o/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087132234224006322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our re-route, we caught up to Cliff who was with Nick, 10, who lives along Rt. 296.  &lt;br /&gt;Cliff’s rear derailleur somehow got caught in his rear wheel and it tore it in pieces, broke a spoke, and even bent his frame – ouch.  &lt;br /&gt;Nick, a Cincinnati Reds and Ken Griffey Jr. fan, offered Cliff his bike for $30 and kept us entertained for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;The Sag Van came, we got Nick some energy bars and Gatorade, and got Cliff back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Cliff and Andy from AbB took a ride at dinner to a shop a few miles away so that hopefully Cliff can roll tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RplviXJcdMI/AAAAAAAAA0M/P7hOlteDvvg/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RplviXJcdMI/AAAAAAAAA0M/P7hOlteDvvg/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087219890211550402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cliff’s bike – not pretty, not useable!&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just you legs kids – I have been telling you that.  Well, you already know about as much about keeping your ass operational than you care to know.  But there are so many other things that can take you off the road – accidents, mechanical failure, illness/infection, dehydration, fatigue, and many more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RplvinJcdNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/xRCjBRHE8Fk/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RplvinJcdNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/xRCjBRHE8Fk/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087219894506517714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farms and farm houses were with us all day.  This one was close to Marysville, our destination for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RplvinJcdOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KDQX8oR-IAk/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RplvinJcdOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KDQX8oR-IAk/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087219894506517730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked to Bob Evan’s to Dinner form Super 8 in Marysville, we were surrounded by hotels, but this old barn survived in the middle of modernization.&lt;br /&gt;There were many scenes like this today – farm and farming legacy, and 21 century urbanization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5301296093283627946?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5301296093283627946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5301296093283627946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5301296093283627946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5301296093283627946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-40-richmond-in-to-marysville-oh.html' title='Day 40: Richmond, IN to Marysville, OH'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpkfL3JcdGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RY_T1MBQuE4/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-4207277235944982795</id><published>2007-07-12T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:33:06.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 39: Indianapolis, IN to Richmond, IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWo3XJcc5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ob1gWrQPL8k/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWo3XJcc5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ob1gWrQPL8k/s320/image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086157023244743570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 39: 11 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;(Day 38 was a Rest Day – no journal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indianapolis, IN (708 ft) to Richmond, IN (979 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;73 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourself…………  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Today was a lower mileage day, but, as our next four are all over 90, this was welcomed by the CCC Riders.  All was perfect today – low 80s, no humidity, smooth, wide roads, little traffic, strong tail/side wind, and a DQ near the end of the ride!!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing the CC Riders wished for today, was that we could have ridden more – these miles were effortless, so, it would have been nice to “bank” a few…..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;I am well.  My ass is like Italian marble at this point and should be photographed.  My roommate Robert, however, is all but dead with his cold/flu/congestion – I had to have him STOP tucking me in until he feels better.  Seriously, this guy is really sick, it is amazing that he has ridden every mile at age 74 and feeling like that.  He is a tough guy and giving it his all, and everyone is amazed he can do it.  Another rider did not ride today with these same symptoms, and Gerard is thinking it is coming to him too…..,.  Scary.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;The elements came together for us today like no other day – it was a wonderful ride from all perspectives.  Today was really enjoyable.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Pete Sklarow, 63, from Moorestown, NJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuqHJcc6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/kpO-UeML1yA/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuqHJcc6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/kpO-UeML1yA/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086304130169598882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surprised me to hear Pete say that one of the primary reasons he did this ride was that he sometimes doubted he could do it.  When I and the others at that table heard this we all said “Are you crazy?” This guy is a strong, steady, and smart rider.  &lt;br /&gt;Pete is a retired computer programmer consultant.  He was born in Philadelphia, and now lives in Moorestown with his wife Laura.  Pete has 5 children, and says “raising children”, along with skiing and yoga are his hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;Pete tells himself, his kids, and you:&lt;br /&gt;“Just try to do your best”.&lt;br /&gt;Ride on brother………….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuqXJcc7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/8i-KWIPbhUk/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuqXJcc7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/8i-KWIPbhUk/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086304134464566194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned all was good today.  Our first 10 miles leaving Indy were along a busy stretch of Route 40 – retail, retail, retail.  Pictures not required – Target looks like Target everywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;Soon, however, we returned to farms and country scenery.&lt;br /&gt;Route 40, incidentally, is a National Historic Road – it was a primary road before the large interstates were built.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuqnJcc8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/-V4glCLKv6Y/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuqnJcc8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/-V4glCLKv6Y/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086304138759533506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Monday, the town frequency was high, and soon enough we started to roll through Small Town USA like this one – Charlottesville, IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuq3Jcc9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/Krl4NUyOmBg/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuq3Jcc9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/Krl4NUyOmBg/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086304143054500818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route 40 also took us by Earlham College in Richmond, IN, whose motto is “Engaging The World”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuq3Jcc-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/2PgEOK2HsdY/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYuq3Jcc-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/2PgEOK2HsdY/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086304143054500834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Wayne County Government Center in Richmond, IN,  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvu3Jcc_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/OKBIzAtwX7c/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvu3Jcc_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/OKBIzAtwX7c/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086305311285605362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snaking through Richmond, we passed through some nice residential areas like this one along Backmeyer Road.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvu3JcdAI/AAAAAAAAAys/oXo9bN4cOvo/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvu3JcdAI/AAAAAAAAAys/oXo9bN4cOvo/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086305311285605378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just left of Backmeyer Road are lovely flowers and beautiful trees in front of puffy clouds. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am in touch with my artistic side – you got a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvvHJcdBI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Gnl9F20R8hE/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvvHJcdBI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Gnl9F20R8hE/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086305315580572690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hughes Road looked like Mysteria Lane – no desperate housewives though! &lt;br /&gt;Some guy was cutting his grass however!!  J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvvXJcdCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/NgY-R-Z3XKg/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvvXJcdCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/NgY-R-Z3XKg/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086305319875540002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever evening we have “Route Wrap”.  Our AbB leaders Andy and Michelle review the day with us and give us our directions and “tips” for tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;We also introduce guests if they appear, and sometimes do nice things.  &lt;br /&gt;Today, “T4” Brian, on behalf of the CCC Riders, presented Arlene with a new camera and case as hers were damaged last week.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Herb also bought Superman Hats and presented them to Arlene and Robert (behind her) – these two have had their hurdles and they are jumping over them! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvvnJcdDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ZuUHcVClbkA/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpYvvnJcdDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ZuUHcVClbkA/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086305324170507314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually we just eat dinner, but tonight, Howie got to wear his. &lt;br /&gt;This was no accident.  Howie has been incriminated in the events leading to the kidnapping of Gerard’s gnome.  Gerard delivered this message at Howie expense – he WILL NOT negotiate with terrorists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpZiPnJcdEI/AAAAAAAAAzM/BG2sEE29PWY/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpZiPnJcdEI/AAAAAAAAAzM/BG2sEE29PWY/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086360849507710018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner tonight, we also celebrated the 40th anniversary of T4’s manufacturing completion. &lt;br /&gt;T4 is an excellent android and has shown incredible human-like characteristics.  He even eats with us, though we know that is only to spend more time with us and collect more data.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, however, we have noticed dome flaws in several of T4’s routines which goes to show you how difficult the CCC is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Closing Note:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank you all for your e-mails, blog entries, and encouragement.  I would also like to thank my friend Mardo – he is the one who takes these e-mails and is maintaining the blog.  This does take me and Mardo some time everyday, so, we are glad you are enjoying it and appreciate your comments.  I know many of you are forwarding these e-mails and I thank you for that too.  My buddy Steve “Ben” Grinder is even plotting my progress in his office (left) and people come in everyday and say “Where is Greg today?”  My sister says my e-mail is the primary reason her co-workers are coming to work at this point!  &lt;br /&gt;So, thanks again and enjoy.  &lt;br /&gt;Better yet, buy a bicycle and enjoy – it is fun.  It does bring out“the kid” in you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-4207277235944982795?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/4207277235944982795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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boy'/><title type='text'>Day 38: Rest Day</title><content type='html'>YES, EVEN CCC RIDERS GET SOME REST...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-2663468241975671434?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/2663468241975671434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=2663468241975671434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/2663468241975671434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/2663468241975671434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-38-rest-day.html' title='Day 38: Rest Day'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-2340524753961461466</id><published>2007-07-11T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:33:06.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 37: Crawfordsville, IN to Indianapolis, IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWiv3JccuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/UHVh82ati04/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWiv3JccuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/UHVh82ati04/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086150297325957858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 37: 09 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawfordsville, IN (738 ft) to Indianapolis, IN (708 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;63 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Low miles, many distractions……….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Today was a low mileage day, but our route was quite busy and included some attractions, like, the Major Taylor Velodrome and the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.  High 90s, maybe 100 again today, morning humidity fading to a nice, hot, but doable day.  Today’s route was very busy as we made our way into Indianapolis, and included a couple metro parks and some great stuff near downtown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;All are well.  We had a rider who took a few days off due to fatigue that rejoined the peddlers today – all good stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Indianapolis – I have passed through here once before, but, didn’t realize what a nice downtown this is.  Our path in along the river brought us by wonderful attractions and scenery!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Gary Smith, 65, from Lamar, MO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjNXJccvI/AAAAAAAAAwk/FmGA2wo1zg8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjNXJccvI/AAAAAAAAAwk/FmGA2wo1zg8/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086150804132098802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Gary will tell you – fine men come from Lamar, MO, like himself and President Harry S. Truman!  Lamar is one of the towns we stayed in on this trip!  Gary and his wife Sue have 2 grown children.  Gary is a retired attorney, and still works 30-40 hours per week!&lt;br /&gt;This is Gary’s 4th cross-country trip, and he has also done quite a bit of cycling with his daughter before she had children of her own – I have heard him speak fondly of these memories…..&lt;br /&gt;Gary also volunteers his time as a coach for kids’ baseball and softball.&lt;br /&gt;I have hooked on the road with Gary a few times he is fun to ride with and has a lot to say.  But, the lawyer in him came out when I asked him for his quote and he said “No comment”…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjNXJccwI/AAAAAAAAAws/2VlFU11x-VM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjNXJccwI/AAAAAAAAAws/2VlFU11x-VM/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086150804132098818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our route brought us to this bicycle race track – called a velodrome.  This is the Major Taylor Velodrome – I believe it was founded by Major Taylor himself.  I haven’t read up on him myself, but I believe this man was a major in the military and an incredible cyclist who was NOT allowed to compete for the US, so, did so for Australia or something.   &lt;br /&gt;Some info on Major Taylor is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.majortaylorassociation.org/who.htm"&gt;http://www.majortaylorassociation.org/who.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard, an AbB Staffer, is a very good and strong rider – here is warming up and going around the velodrome.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjNnJccxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/t8S5Qahhl0g/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjNnJccxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/t8S5Qahhl0g/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086150808427066130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even idiots are allowed in the velodrome, so, I took my few laps before I got dizzy and decided to just record others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjN3JccyI/AAAAAAAAAw8/zQZu9cmK8ow/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjN3JccyI/AAAAAAAAAw8/zQZu9cmK8ow/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086150812722033442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this dude and his two beautiful little girls.  Very cute!&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the girls, got tired, and Dad did some track work.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard and this guy had a little “ride” around the track – Gerard gave a very respectable effort to stick with this dude, but, with his training and equipment even the mighty Gerard was falling back and dying for oxygen!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjOHJcczI/AAAAAAAAAxE/-GNWhpDYF8M/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWjOHJcczI/AAAAAAAAAxE/-GNWhpDYF8M/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086150817017000754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the velodrome, some riders went to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway – I did NOT as we we’re going the next day (on our rest day). &lt;br /&gt;Our route took us through some metro parks.  Here we are along the White River Parkway Bike Path and across the river was a golf course – seemed like there were 2 or 3 right in this area.  I am looking forward to golfing again – it’s been a couple months!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkjXJcc0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/UH6n7sQ9K28/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkjXJcc0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/UH6n7sQ9K28/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086152281600848706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approached downtown Indianapolis, the bike path continued to bring us through all kinds of cool vista and places.&lt;br /&gt;The scientist from the National Institute for Fitness and Sport heard I was coming through, so, they asked for some autographs and if they could put me through some testing.  &lt;br /&gt;Since it is my busy season, I gave them one pose only, then continued on my way.  Also, as a founding member of the High Fat Society, I am NOT allowed to submit blood, tissue, or table scraps to other health organizations.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t we all just get along?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkjXJcc1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/yIXP-HoqmrM/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkjXJcc1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/yIXP-HoqmrM/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086152281600848722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and the magic dream coat rode in with me and the Rocket.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, he has picked-up a sponsorship from McDonalds and is required to insulate his water bottles with french fry holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWiv3JccuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/UHVh82ati04/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWiv3JccuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/UHVh82ati04/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086150297325957858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike path passed by the NCAA HQers and Hall of Champions.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and chatted with him for a bit.  He was a bit “monotone”, but, I think I got my point across to him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkkHJcc2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/B652H0r-0lc/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkkHJcc2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/B652H0r-0lc/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086152294485750626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after the NCAA HQs, we snaked down this path and that took us just by the Indiana State Museum and a couple other nice museums.&lt;br /&gt;This is a wonderful downtown area – I am impressed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkkXJcc3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/qUzJmKBHdbo/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkkXJcc3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/qUzJmKBHdbo/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086152298780717938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow is a rest day, several of us enjoyed a couple “cocktails” at the Claddish Irish Pub.  The UK boys were all excited because they had Boddington’s Crème Ale, but, they dreams were destroyed when the taps failed!!  L &lt;br /&gt;Left to right, that is T4 (Brian), me, Andrew, Erin Go Bike, Gerard, Arlene, Rocket (Mike), and Howey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkknJcc4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/uYxBSOF_etM/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWkknJcc4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/uYxBSOF_etM/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086152303075685250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne, one of the CCC Riders (not profiled yet), managed to arrange for us to get one lap on the IMS track!  Kids – this is not easy to do.  So, about 12 of us took the opportunity to enjoy that and rode out the race track and did our loop.  &lt;br /&gt;This is a 2.5 mile track with a few golf holes in the infield!&lt;br /&gt;This is an impressive and important place in car racing.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody crashed, but Cliff did manage to get lost while on the track – he is beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-2340524753961461466?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/2340524753961461466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=2340524753961461466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/2340524753961461466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/2340524753961461466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-37-crawfordsville-in-to.html' title='Day 37: Crawfordsville, IN to Indianapolis, IN'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpWiv3JccuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/UHVh82ati04/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-2956461309381327923</id><published>2007-07-10T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:28:44.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 36: Champaign, IL to Crawfordsville, IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPymF526RI/AAAAAAAAAvE/H5Y-F6gNMy8/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPymF526RI/AAAAAAAAAvE/H5Y-F6gNMy8/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085675140465223954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 36: 08 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champaign, IL (738 ft) to Crawfordsville, IN (738 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;82 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch in lycra……..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, another good day for bicycle riding, and our “high” mileage days continued.  High 90s, maybe 100, morning humidity fading to a nice, hot, but doable day.  Similar roads ranging from smooth and fast concrete, to loose gravel, and loose tar.  The frequency of small towns is increasing, though many have no services..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;I am doing well.  A bit tired – not sleeping well, and that is catching up to me.  Losing some feeling in my right hand from road vibration – something many other CCC Riders are also experience.  Not to worry – unless I need to perform surgery on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;The Bus Stop Restaurant in Veedersburg, IN – good food, a great staff, and a good time!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Eckhart Sporleder, 53, from Schieder, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzCl526SI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WUGXWrQq_X0/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzCl526SI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WUGXWrQq_X0/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085675630091495714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eckhart is an amazing man who was born in Duisburg, Germany, and now lives in Schieder, Germany with his girlfriend Angela.  This guy is polite, nice, smart, funny, and all of these things in at least three languages!  Eckhart is a high school teacher – physical education, and English as a second language.  He is also fluent in French, but seldom teaches that language.  Not only can this guy speak English, Robert (my French roommate) says he speaks “perfect” French, and when we speak to him, he even understands and jokes back at us with English slang and US regional knowledge!  He has travelled quite a bit, and is in the US often as his girlfriend’s sister in married to a US man in Tucson, AZ.&lt;br /&gt;Eckhart was an accomplished soccer goalie, playing to the 4th division (a high skill level), and has dome a lot of cycling – including the two islands of New Zealand as well as from the North of Germany to the southern most tip of Europe in Crete.  He also likes to play petanque – a German game with iron balls which is like Italian bocce.&lt;br /&gt;Eckhart says:&lt;br /&gt;“Women are smarter than men.  The sooner you admit it, the better off you are”.&lt;br /&gt;No arguments from Bike Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzC1526TI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nYDPOpOcK3s/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzC1526TI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nYDPOpOcK3s/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085675634386463026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early morning roads on our way out on Illinois were more of the same – huge corn fields, and some “loose” roads of gravel, stone, and tar… &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzC1526UI/AAAAAAAAAvc/GAR_HymRXsQ/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzC1526UI/AAAAAAAAAvc/GAR_HymRXsQ/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085675634386463042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 44, we entered Illinois, and soon, we’re finally back into Eastern Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzDF526VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/-wVYST53w1Q/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzDF526VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/-wVYST53w1Q/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085675638681430354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 50, we crossed this river in Covington, IN.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzDF526WI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qAq9u0Yq5aQ/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPzDF526WI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qAq9u0Yq5aQ/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085675638681430370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually found ourselves in Veedersburg, Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0kl526XI/AAAAAAAAAv0/qsUC_RK1yNY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0kl526XI/AAAAAAAAAv0/qsUC_RK1yNY/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085677313718675826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after SAG II the word came to the Rocket and I – go to the Bus Stop for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;We did.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0k1526YI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5SbidXsAZFg/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0k1526YI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5SbidXsAZFg/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085677318013643138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bus Stop closes daily at 2:00 PM.  Now, you may now that the Rocket and I are miles and hours behind all the other riders, but, the staff at the Bus Stop, including Kale, Lacy, and Katie, fed us and chatted with us.  Lovely ladies!!  J &lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely lunch and break, but, we did have to head east to………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPymF526RI/AAAAAAAAAvE/H5Y-F6gNMy8/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPymF526RI/AAAAAAAAAvE/H5Y-F6gNMy8/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085675140465223954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the road we rolled through Hillsboro, IN where, if nothing else, you can’t say they didn’t warn you!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0k1526ZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HKuFK4027Ts/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0k1526ZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HKuFK4027Ts/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085677318013643154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small town frequency continued, and eventually we rolled into Waynetown and enjoyed some ice cream and coffee!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0k1526aI/AAAAAAAAAwM/oS-7c6D5FDo/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0k1526aI/AAAAAAAAAwM/oS-7c6D5FDo/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085677318013643170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching our  destination for the day, we rolled along Lafayette Road, where there was this …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0lF526bI/AAAAAAAAAwU/cUwPBsB3rJM/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpP0lF526bI/AAAAAAAAAwU/cUwPBsB3rJM/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085677322308610482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely cemetery to our left. &lt;br /&gt;Look at our pretty and peaceful it is.&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;But not today my friends – the peddling continues…………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-2956461309381327923?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/2956461309381327923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=2956461309381327923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/2956461309381327923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/2956461309381327923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-36-champaign-il-to-crawfordsville.html' title='Day 36: Champaign, IL to Crawfordsville, IN'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpPymF526RI/AAAAAAAAAvE/H5Y-F6gNMy8/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5458712501845773470</id><published>2007-07-08T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:29:10.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 35: Springfield, IL to Champaign, IL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhB1526GI/AAAAAAAAAts/xkLR9r8cPbw/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhB1526GI/AAAAAAAAAts/xkLR9r8cPbw/s320/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084811401067161698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 35: 07 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springfield, IL (610 ft) to Champaign, IL (738 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;97 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Pedal, pedal, and get east…..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, another glorious day for bicycle riding, and our “high” mileage days continued.  Low 90s, morning humidity fading to a nice, hot, but doable day.  Today’s roads ranged from smooth and fast concrete, to loose gravel, and loose tar.  The scenery was still largely immense corn fields, with some soy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;I am well, and most riders are well, but the kids who are sick are still illing.  The next two days we have reduced mileage, and then a rest day, so, hopefully everyone can stay/get healthy for the final two legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Stopped along a road and watched a couple farmers set-up and start to sow a field.  Huge farm equipment – cool stuff.  These guys work hard, and it is hard work.  So, don’t waste your food!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Jane, 55, and Gene, 57, Emborsky from Silver Lake, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhUl526HI/AAAAAAAAAt0/raBhpSzMi_M/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhUl526HI/AAAAAAAAAt0/raBhpSzMi_M/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084811723189708914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two kids are originally from western NY and still live there.  They have 2 20-something year old sons.  &lt;br /&gt;Jane JUST retired from the USPS, and Gene is a retired teacher who still does some course teaching at the community college. They both ride with the Hollyloft Bicycle Club.&lt;br /&gt;Jane enjoys spending time with her cocker spaniel and doing obedience training.&lt;br /&gt;Gene is a very active cyclist and does some racing.  &lt;br /&gt;Both these kids are great cyclists and even better people.  I wish they were my neighbors!  J&lt;br /&gt;Jane says:&lt;br /&gt;“It is important to make every day count – don’t take them for granted.”&lt;br /&gt;Gene says:&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t stop playing games because you grow old – you grow old because you stop playing games.”  And,&lt;br /&gt;“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhUl526II/AAAAAAAAAt8/piDLdjaFPtU/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhUl526II/AAAAAAAAAt8/piDLdjaFPtU/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084811723189708930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left Springfield, we went by Homer Simpson’s place of employment – The Springfield Power Plant.&lt;br /&gt;We ate a donut in his honor – yummy…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhUl526JI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8ruaXFDERlg/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhUl526JI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8ruaXFDERlg/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084811723189708946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This awesome little cabin was right along Rochester Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhU1526KI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ClQQnLa-Z5U/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhU1526KI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ClQQnLa-Z5U/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084811727484676258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 20, the Rocket and I were losing focus and needed a distraction.  So, we snapped a picture of this cemetery behind the corn fields….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhU1526LI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Xjcn0fCdh_4/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhU1526LI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Xjcn0fCdh_4/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084811727484676274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then watched these farmers set-up to sow this field.&lt;br /&gt;This large machine is a multi-bin/line sower – why all the fields are so symmetrical I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And symmetry is beauty- right Kenny??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIF526MI/AAAAAAAAAuc/m72xhj72UVU/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIF526MI/AAAAAAAAAuc/m72xhj72UVU/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084812607952971970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know I had 8 of so flats out west, and am on my third rear tire.  But others have had more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff here is on his third back wheel!  &lt;br /&gt;Arlene is on her third bike!&lt;br /&gt;Cliff I think is only there for moral support, and to keep Jeff from throwing that bike into the corn field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIF526NI/AAAAAAAAAuk/V4W56wgl3Ys/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIF526NI/AAAAAAAAAuk/V4W56wgl3Ys/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084812607952971986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard amazes us with his bicycle mechanics, bicycle riding, and occasionally, his circus like high-wire tricks.&lt;br /&gt;He even likes Gomez – I know that impresses one SLF out there……&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIV526OI/AAAAAAAAAus/D2KjTvx-VfQ/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIV526OI/AAAAAAAAAus/D2KjTvx-VfQ/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084812612247939298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before our first SAG, we traveled along the Lincoln Memorial Parkway, and the Sangamon River.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIV526PI/AAAAAAAAAu0/345BESJyn0k/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIV526PI/AAAAAAAAAu0/345BESJyn0k/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084812612247939314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the symmetrical fields – look at that.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really cool looking form road overpasses and must be an awesome view from the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIV526QI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VKzgeYEVZOo/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDiIV526QI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VKzgeYEVZOo/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084812612247939330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode through corn and soy fields all day.&lt;br /&gt;This road surface was not so good – lots of loose tar which is now on our shoes, bikes, and tires.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhB1526GI/AAAAAAAAAts/xkLR9r8cPbw/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhB1526GI/AAAAAAAAAts/xkLR9r8cPbw/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084811401067161698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you , these corn stalks are huge. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5458712501845773470?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5458712501845773470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5458712501845773470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5458712501845773470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5458712501845773470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-35-springfield-il-to-champaign-il.html' title='Day 35: Springfield, IL to Champaign, IL'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDhB1526GI/AAAAAAAAAts/xkLR9r8cPbw/s72-c/image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-3321624583617537856</id><published>2007-07-08T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:29:34.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 34: Quincy, IL to Springfield, IL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDb6V5255I/AAAAAAAAAsE/HzZm404PCM8/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDb6V5255I/AAAAAAAAAsE/HzZm404PCM8/s320/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084805774660003730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 34: 06 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy, IL (488 ft) to Springfield, IL (610 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;106 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Go east, go fast!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, another glorious day for bicycle riding, although I guess some of the fast kids caught some rain in Springfield when they arrived!!  Low 90s, morning humidity fading to a nice, hot, but doable day.  The first 40 miles were fast and fun, with good roads and no traffic.  The scenery was still largely immense corn fields, with some soy.  The capital city of Springfield was sizeable, and was all about President Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m/we’re feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, any better and I would need to pee in a cup.  It’s not right.  This is good.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what is “normal” for me – I think, I am, becoming “Bike Boy”…………&lt;br /&gt;Others, however, are not so well.  One rider was “zapped” and needed to ride along today, another couldn’t finish the day with “stomach stuff”.  Robert, my roommate is sick as a dog (fluish), so, I have refrained from kissing him good night for the last two nights…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Lincoln’s Home in Downtown Springfield and the lovely National Park around it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Tom Patterson, 58, from San Luis Obisbo, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTF5256I/AAAAAAAAAsM/74Xpz8cz-Og/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTF5256I/AAAAAAAAAsM/74Xpz8cz-Og/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084806199861766050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom was born and still lives in San Luis Obisbo, CA with his wife and best friend Paula.  Tom, like his buddy Mike I profiled yesterday, enjoys mountain biking and has done some touring with that, and was inspired to do this trip by one of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Tom recently sold his business after 29 years and is transitioning out of that, and is thinking about “what’s next”.    Tom and Paula hiked 1100 miles across Africa in 2000, and Tom has also climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, Reiner, and Whitney.   &lt;br /&gt;Tom is enjoying his trip, and with all we have seen, also feels he is “real happy” about where he lives – good weather, nice town, etc…,.&lt;br /&gt;Tom says:&lt;br /&gt;“Behold the turtle – for he only makes progress when he sticks his neck out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTF5257I/AAAAAAAAAsU/octqLtPA0Vs/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTF5257I/AAAAAAAAAsU/octqLtPA0Vs/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084806199861766066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our morning ride was glorious.  It was a bit muggy, but all riders seemed to cruise the first 40 miles to the town of Chambersburg for our first SAG.&lt;br /&gt;The roads were hard and fast, with little to no traffic, and peaceful quiet and the singing of birds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTF5258I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZYxAvkYqGeg/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTF5258I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZYxAvkYqGeg/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084806199861766082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the first SAG, our two tour leaders Andy and Michelle were cruising down this lovely road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTV5259I/AAAAAAAAAsk/FMklVGnlFcU/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTV5259I/AAAAAAAAAsk/FMklVGnlFcU/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084806204156733394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads and high mileage kept my camera in the case for a bit today, and we were at mile 80 before I knew it!  &lt;br /&gt;We continued on relatively nice and quiet county roads past immense farms and huge fields of corn.  &lt;br /&gt;AbB Staffer Gerard is up ahead waiting for me and The Rocket to get our sh&amp;% together…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTV525-I/AAAAAAAAAss/hut6bznrqrk/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDcTV525-I/AAAAAAAAAss/hut6bznrqrk/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084806204156733410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many farms, many nice peaceful farm houses.&lt;br /&gt;We go many miles without seeing stores and coffee spots.  Te Rocket and I  are always tempted to stop and see if a friendly farmhouse will make us a “venti mocha triple latte”!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdIV525_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/F9PJghUybOQ/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdIV525_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/F9PJghUybOQ/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084807114689800178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew I went further than around the block on this trip, but I was NOT aware that I went one quarter of the way around the world!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing – a little sugar, some Gatoraid, and the world just gets smaller!!  J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdvl526EI/AAAAAAAAAtc/07KHFtQaJHE/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdvl526EI/AAAAAAAAAtc/07KHFtQaJHE/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084807788999665730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These corn fields are immense.  &lt;br /&gt;They are very cool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdIV526BI/AAAAAAAAAtE/YqlGSO_pwIw/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdIV526BI/AAAAAAAAAtE/YqlGSO_pwIw/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084807114689800210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capital town of Springfield was nice – this is the corner of Monroe and Spring Street.&lt;br /&gt;Nice shops, outside tables.  Cute.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdIl526CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/l4uQEI7LX1Y/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdIl526CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/l4uQEI7LX1Y/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084807118984767522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springfield, IL, is all about President Abraham Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t know the whole story, so, do your own research, but apparently at some point he lived in this house.  This whole area here is now a lovely National Park and there were quite a few folk here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDeYV526FI/AAAAAAAAAtk/lHMbvTMUS-k/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDeYV526FI/AAAAAAAAAtk/lHMbvTMUS-k/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084808489079334994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Abe’s neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdIl526DI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fgjvMJqlXn4/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDdIl526DI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fgjvMJqlXn4/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084807118984767538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Springfield Train Station.  &lt;br /&gt;Apparently Abe boarded trains here.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he was a bike rider?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-3321624583617537856?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/3321624583617537856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=3321624583617537856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3321624583617537856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3321624583617537856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-34-quincy-il-to-springfield-il.html' title='Day 34: Quincy, IL to Springfield, IL'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RpDb6V5255I/AAAAAAAAAsE/HzZm404PCM8/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-3191060109318268205</id><published>2007-07-06T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:29:58.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 33: Kirksville, MO to Quincy, IL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5FQl5254I/AAAAAAAAAr8/TVjdXVQsOjc/s1600-h/image002_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5FQl5254I/AAAAAAAAAr8/TVjdXVQsOjc/s320/image002_cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084077180702877570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 33: 05 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirksville, MO (965 ft) to Quincy, IL (488 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;97 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;Day 33 – Riding Along Broadway Near Quincy, IL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Sail east, with a tailwind!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;This day couldn’t have been much better – continued rolling, quiet roads through MO, then nice, flat, and fast roads on the other side of the Mississippi River!  Even the humidity seemed to lessen as this day went on.  And, if all that wasn’t enough, we even got a tail wind once we crossed the Mississippi!!  Thank you God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t be better today.  Ironically, I had three beers last night (Boulevard Wheat from KC – nice stuff) and I felt better today than in the last couple days.  US Air Fed Ex the Butt Cream, and I bought a 2,000 pound can of A&amp;D Ointment at Wal-Mart tonight.  This is a dream…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the Mississippi River on the barge – it was fun, and yet another “milestone” for us CCC Riders! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Mike Chaney, 53, from San Luis Obisbo, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5BtV525uI/AAAAAAAAAqs/123V8kQNEjg/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5BtV525uI/AAAAAAAAAqs/123V8kQNEjg/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084073276577605346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was born in LA, and now lives in San Luis Obisbo with his wife Cory and their two 20 year old children.  Mike owns two surf shops in CA, and recently returned from a surfing vacation in Indonesia.  He also enjoys mountain biking, snowboarding, and golf.  Mike is a big baseball fan and played competitive hardball up until age 50!  Mike is on this ride with his buddy Tom (not profiles yet…) and Tom signed himself and Mike up for this ride after they had drinks with another friend of theirs who rode self-supported across the US last year and told them “it would change their lives”.&lt;br /&gt;Mike’s license plate is “NEVER K” – ie, never strike out, quit!!  &lt;br /&gt;He says, and tells his children:&lt;br /&gt;“There is no perfect”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5BtV525vI/AAAAAAAAAq0/cqQr-MDTYV4/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5BtV525vI/AAAAAAAAAq0/cqQr-MDTYV4/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084073276577605362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning’s ride was nice – continued rolling county roads which brought us by many farms – crops, cows, etc…,.&lt;br /&gt;It was hot and muggy this morning, and MO punished us a bit more before it let us out!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Btl525wI/AAAAAAAAAq8/3QOUv646Dtw/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Btl525wI/AAAAAAAAAq8/3QOUv646Dtw/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084073280872572674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining MO roads were up and down, and some were a bit “rough”.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell ya, you’d think after 2000+ miles your ass would be nerve damaged, but, in fact, most have become incredibly sensitive and can detect the slightest bit of road vibration.  And it hurts……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Bt1525xI/AAAAAAAAArE/8PgOR0OCuPE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Bt1525xI/AAAAAAAAArE/8PgOR0OCuPE/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084073285167539986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, instead of more pictures of hay rolls, here is a picture of some of the equipment.  &lt;br /&gt;Before these are used, a tractor is used to cut the hay.&lt;br /&gt;Then the first tractor is used to pull a machine with circular wheels that simply spin (fast) and pull the hay into a continuous pile.&lt;br /&gt;The second tractor pulls a bailer that scoops up the hay and makes rolls.  Like a yodel without the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Bt1525yI/AAAAAAAAArM/cipu1q3R06U/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Bt1525yI/AAAAAAAAArM/cipu1q3R06U/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084073285167540002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 50 miles in the town of Wiliamstown, MO, the Sag Vehicles stopped and many riders fueled up.&lt;br /&gt;That dilapidated Pepsi machine was working, and for 50 cents you could have a cold Pepsi!  Don’t put a bill in it though……&lt;br /&gt;Michelle from AbB gave many of us 2 quarters, and the cold soda was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell ya, I have downed more soda on this trip than I have had in the last 3 years!  After all the Gatoraid, it is quite refreshing!  J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Cl1525zI/AAAAAAAAArU/aIjJz9uI-nw/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Cl1525zI/AAAAAAAAArU/aIjJz9uI-nw/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084074247240214322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off these county roads, there are these long, stone roads that go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5CmF5250I/AAAAAAAAArc/uqpMqdg1jFY/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5CmF5250I/AAAAAAAAArc/uqpMqdg1jFY/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084074251535181634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch in Canton, MO, just before we crossed the Mississippi, we met Dan Steinbeck, Editor for The Press-News Journal in Canton, MO.&lt;br /&gt;Dan came down to the river, discussed things with Christine from AbB, and saw us off to Illinois…………&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5CmF5251I/AAAAAAAAArk/1od_OH8Nm7U/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5CmF5251I/AAAAAAAAArk/1od_OH8Nm7U/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084074251535181650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of us queued up and got on the barge to cross the Mississippi.  &lt;br /&gt;Left to right is Andrew, Rocket, Erin Go Bike, Wayne, Herb, Cliff, Bob, Me, and Tim.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5CmV5252I/AAAAAAAAArs/dRCu3aZqVeo/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5CmV5252I/AAAAAAAAArs/dRCu3aZqVeo/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084074255830148962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mississippi River kids.&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5A9F525tI/AAAAAAAAAqk/u8ci7Xerv9U/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5A9F525tI/AAAAAAAAAqk/u8ci7Xerv9U/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084072447648917202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Illinois now, and time to get back on the saddle.&lt;br /&gt;No rush there……………&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Cml5253I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Qb8dyHIseAg/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5Cml5253I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Qb8dyHIseAg/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084074260125116274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illinois was like heaven – quiet, hard, flat, fast roads with less humidity and a pretty good tail wind!  &lt;br /&gt;This is what we’re talking’ about!!&lt;br /&gt;This was fun.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all fun – it’s all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-3191060109318268205?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/3191060109318268205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=3191060109318268205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3191060109318268205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3191060109318268205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-33-kirksville-mo-to-quincy-il.html' title='Day 33: Kirksville, MO to Quincy, IL'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro5FQl5254I/AAAAAAAAAr8/TVjdXVQsOjc/s72-c/image002_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-553168985193165432</id><published>2007-07-06T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:30:18.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 32: Chillicothe, MO to Kirksville, MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4ylV525iI/AAAAAAAAApM/aqVnkuC-I_0/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4ylV525iI/AAAAAAAAApM/aqVnkuC-I_0/s320/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084056646464235042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 32: 04 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillicothe, MO (700 ft) to Kirksville, MO (965 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;81 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Rollercoaster!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;The day was threatening form the start, and the morning brought thundershowers.  The day remained humid, with NO WIND, along steep, rollercoaster roads.  Not an easy day, especially for me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Still doing well, although, I seemed to slow down to about 1 MPH for about an hour today @ the 70 mile mark.  The SAG van came and stuffed some energy bars and water into me, and then soon enough, the legs were moving again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;None today.  We saw little except farms and fields all day…….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Cliff Young, 70, from Denver, CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDF525jI/AAAAAAAAApU/QIlyeqiIPY4/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDF525jI/AAAAAAAAApU/QIlyeqiIPY4/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084057157565343282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff was born and still lives in Denver, CO with his wife Trish.  He has 2 grown children.  &lt;br /&gt;He is a retired high school math teacher, but still teaches math to 5th graders – seducing them with candy, and even getting them into “competitions”.  Cliff’s voice and eyes light up when he speaks of his students and when he hears from them he is beyond thrilled!  &lt;br /&gt;This is Cliff’s 5th cross-country bike trip – hello mister…….&lt;br /&gt;Cliff is a great guy and fun to talk to – I just wish I could catch him on his bike!&lt;br /&gt;Cliff says:&lt;br /&gt;“Biking is not a destination, it is a journey”.&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;“Success is measured in determination, not ability”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDV525kI/AAAAAAAAApc/pqFpAxItVoE/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDV525kI/AAAAAAAAApc/pqFpAxItVoE/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084057161860310594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s ride featured a “bike costume” contest.&lt;br /&gt;Herb, Tim, and Andrew were up for the challenge, as well as few other riders.&lt;br /&gt;To all of you who get cards from me, three months late, as you can imagine, I didn’t get around to this……..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDV525lI/AAAAAAAAApk/rBFXtC8Az3c/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDV525lI/AAAAAAAAApk/rBFXtC8Az3c/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084057161860310610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was destined for rain from the start.&lt;br /&gt;By 9:00 AM, the sky was the color of “wet”….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDl525mI/AAAAAAAAAps/mSqR3OqJg48/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDl525mI/AAAAAAAAAps/mSqR3OqJg48/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084057166155277922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn fields in Missouri have been very cool.&lt;br /&gt;Those clouds above them, brought in some thunder and rain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDl525nI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GdU-8ZXS8i8/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4zDl525nI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GdU-8ZXS8i8/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084057166155277938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, the Rocket, and Brian “The Terminator” took shelter form the storm in Chula, MO in an abandoned car wash.  Brian slept on the concrete floor, and a local stopped in to invite us into the office of the co-op next door (very kind of him).  &lt;br /&gt;We stayed here for 70 minutes, then continued on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z7l525oI/AAAAAAAAAp8/hXmtVwDXW5c/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z7l525oI/AAAAAAAAAp8/hXmtVwDXW5c/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084058128227952258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, I love these things.&lt;br /&gt;Hay rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z71525pI/AAAAAAAAAqE/DU8Eg-4tPPs/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z71525pI/AAAAAAAAAqE/DU8Eg-4tPPs/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084058132522919570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Highway 5, we passed this cool lake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z71525qI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uxChPlXKgkk/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z71525qI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uxChPlXKgkk/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084058132522919586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On county road CR C, there were wonderful fields and wildflowers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z8F525rI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9a2cmy3Tcbk/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z8F525rI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9a2cmy3Tcbk/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084058136817886898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;County Road C, and all the roads we travelled today, were quiet, but rolling with steep ups and downs – “rollers” the bike kids call ‘em.&lt;br /&gt;Many of these were NOT easy – granny gear for this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4ylV525iI/AAAAAAAAApM/aqVnkuC-I_0/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4ylV525iI/AAAAAAAAApM/aqVnkuC-I_0/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084056646464235042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering “Erin Go Bike” Sullivan County, the ride continued…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z8F525sI/AAAAAAAAAqc/F2FI3i4TgfU/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4z8F525sI/AAAAAAAAAqc/F2FI3i4TgfU/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084058136817886914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humidity was oppressive today, and the air didn’t move.&lt;br /&gt;These freak cows were swimming and mooing like crazy – they probably were cooking out and drinking beer……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Note:&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July to All!!&lt;br /&gt;My sister would be thrilled if you read The Declaration of Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archives.gov/national-archives-experience/charters/declaration_transcript.htm"&gt;http://www.archives.gov/national-archives-experience/charters/declaration_transcript.htm&lt;/a&gt;l&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-553168985193165432?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/553168985193165432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=553168985193165432' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/553168985193165432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/553168985193165432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-32-chillicothe-mo-to-kirksville-mo.html' title='Day 32: Chillicothe, MO to Kirksville, MO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Ro4ylV525iI/AAAAAAAAApM/aqVnkuC-I_0/s72-c/image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5483440261778467177</id><published>2007-07-05T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:32:13.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 31: St. Joseph, MO to Chillicothe, MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozo7l525WI/AAAAAAAAAns/LGMPLbeMlEw/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozo7l525WI/AAAAAAAAAns/LGMPLbeMlEw/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694189879158114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 31: 03 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Joseph, MO (823 ft) to Chillicothe, MO (700 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;91 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs&lt;br /&gt;Talking ‘bout machinery breaking my mind&lt;br /&gt;Do this, don’t do that&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you read the sign!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;The sun returned in all it’s glory, and the temp pushed to 90 with humidity, and mild winds that at times were somewhat behind us.  Riders we’re thrilled.  The early morning ride brought us through beautiful farms and homes along nice, quiet county roads, and this seemed to be an enjoyable day for most riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;All is good my friends.  I am out of butt cream though – I may need to use mayonnaise if I don’t come up with something soon…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;I dumped my bike today.  OK, I was trying to take a picture of the horses with my right foot clicked in, and I dropped to the right.  I think it helped get their attention because they couldn’t believe how stupid I looked…………… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Howie Davidson, 46, from Hudson, MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozsLF525hI/AAAAAAAAApE/-Uc5axcIpv8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozsLF525hI/AAAAAAAAApE/-Uc5axcIpv8/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083697754702013970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie and I met at the SF Airport while we were waiting for our bikes – we had a couple drinks that night!!  Although we live very close to each other and obviously both like to bike, we never met before!&lt;br /&gt;Howie is a very busy man – he has served on the board fro the Nashoba Valley Peddlers for 9 years, and has completed many bicycle tours including with his two sons.  He said the “OK” for him to do this trip someday was in his “pre-nup”!&lt;br /&gt;Howie is a software engineer for IBM.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to cycling, Howie enjoys skiing, and wind surfing.&lt;br /&gt;Howie is a 6 time cancer survivor – God bless him!  But, instead of letting that get him down, he fights it on every level, including by raising money for the Jimmy Fund.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To learn more about Howie, or to contribute to his fund raising for the Pan-Mass Challenge and The Jimmy Fund, please check out &lt;a href="http://howie-pmc.home.comcast.net"&gt;http://howie-pmc.home.comcast.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Roll on Howie…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozpRF525YI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SEliMZfQBdY/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozpRF525YI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SEliMZfQBdY/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694559246345602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riders all started out together today and seemed to stay largely grouped until the first SAG at 31 miles.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard, Andrew, and Jane just climbed this little rise and were about ready to enjoy the downhill reward!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozpRV525ZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/9aLpcEOrKUs/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozpRV525ZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/9aLpcEOrKUs/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694563541312914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for once my stupid Nikon camera took a good picture.  Admittedly, I clicked this 30 feet earlier, but, it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;This is Andrew from the UK – great guy, enjoying the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozpRV525aI/AAAAAAAAAoM/tRcuAZBdQkY/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozpRV525aI/AAAAAAAAAoM/tRcuAZBdQkY/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694563541312930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sign that caught all our attentions today was this beauty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozpRl525bI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rwCCHqZJROo/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozpRl525bI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rwCCHqZJROo/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694567836280242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s flip side had a great message too!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXF525cI/AAAAAAAAAoc/O4oYdLnk3j4/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXF525cI/AAAAAAAAAoc/O4oYdLnk3j4/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083695761837188546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sag II as we rolled though Jamesport, MO, we noticed the sign for this store – Sax Thrift Avenue. Cleaver, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXF525dI/AAAAAAAAAok/8RRX6jUKmEA/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXF525dI/AAAAAAAAAok/8RRX6jUKmEA/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083695761837188562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town had many Amish folks I guess.  You would NOT believe how fast these horse-drawn buggies go!&lt;br /&gt;I got right in the way of this one as it wanted to turn left.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozo7l525WI/AAAAAAAAAns/LGMPLbeMlEw/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozo7l525WI/AAAAAAAAAns/LGMPLbeMlEw/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694189879158114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt I would find this spot one day in my life, and a few of you have even suggested that I go here from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;So, I stopped at the intersection of FU and reflected on all the reasons people told me to go here.&lt;br /&gt;It took a while……………….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXV525eI/AAAAAAAAAos/0LS4T0zHSPA/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXV525eI/AAAAAAAAAos/0LS4T0zHSPA/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083695766132155874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I fell off my bike, these guys came over to laugh at me.  They were cool.&lt;br /&gt;I gave them some peanut-butter toast crackers.  They made somesilly little noises, but, I think they liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXV525fI/AAAAAAAAAo0/sAyQuf1UdoQ/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXV525fI/AAAAAAAAAo0/sAyQuf1UdoQ/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083695766132155890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not 100% sure, but there is a sign that marks another church with this name three blocks from my home in Providence, RI.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXl525gI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vG4mHVir2lc/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozqXl525gI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vG4mHVir2lc/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083695770427123202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wall mural, while not a sign, was very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know the deal with sliced bread – but, I gather THIS is where they invented it.&lt;br /&gt;I bet some of you have been accused of inventing sliced bread?  I knew it wasn’t true……….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5483440261778467177?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5483440261778467177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5483440261778467177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5483440261778467177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5483440261778467177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-31-st-joseph-mo-to-chillicothe-mo.html' title='Day 31: St. Joseph, MO to Chillicothe, MO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozo7l525WI/AAAAAAAAAns/LGMPLbeMlEw/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-4602709561219851465</id><published>2007-07-05T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:30:59.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 29: Topeka, KS to St. Joseph, MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozlcl525LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MAgneL7DwzE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozlcl525LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MAgneL7DwzE/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690358768329906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: 01 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topeka, KS (940 ft) to St. Joseph, MO (823 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;88 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.box.net//greg98266"&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;I Don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore Toto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Well, better weather AND better terrain.  It threatened rain, but actually stayed overcast and relatively cool, like 80s, but still muggy!  It was still headwindy too, but, not as bad!  Eastern Kansas, however, has shown more green and now we have these rolling hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Any better and you would have to spank me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Well, the entry into Missouri was NOT grand – the “Show Me” State should take a look at it’s entry points…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile: Joan K, SLF, Scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozly1525MI/AAAAAAAAAmc/G-q0xIc8JO0/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozly1525MI/AAAAAAAAAmc/G-q0xIc8JO0/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690741020419266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not technically on the CCC, Joan, my girlfriend, has been busy supporting me and the other CCC Riders with encouragement, cookies, and during her visit to St. Joseph during our rest day, with transportation – driving me, the Rocket, and Erin Go Bike to the store for cameras, supplies, food, and drink.&lt;br /&gt;Joan was thrilled at this particular moment because I wasn’t talking about bicycles or my ass.&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see her, but, the journey continues………….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozly1525NI/AAAAAAAAAmk/sPo3OW8yctM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozly1525NI/AAAAAAAAAmk/sPo3OW8yctM/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690741020419282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early morning ride, as usual, resulted in a Road Sag about 15 miles in.  Andy (AbB Staffer in shorts) takes rider inventory, Rocket checks his queue sheet (I have no idea why), and Brian pretends to blow Rocket’s head off with a hand gun – I don’t know what prompted this either, perhaps, lack of DQ Blizzards.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozlzF525OI/AAAAAAAAAms/RWgUyM-xqwE/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozlzF525OI/AAAAAAAAAms/RWgUyM-xqwE/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690745315386594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn fields in eastern Kansas are large, and starting to have land contour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozlcl525LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MAgneL7DwzE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozlcl525LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MAgneL7DwzE/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690358768329906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we cross the worst bridge in the world, to the worst roads in the world, to perhaps the worst sign in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The first impressions of the “Show Me” State were “we’ve seen enough!”  &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I am snarling here – haven’t seen the sun in 3 days and it was effecting me I guess.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozlzF525PI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Lopk5fyOMXo/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozlzF525PI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Lopk5fyOMXo/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690745315386610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the MO roads improved, the hills returned, but the landscape became more interesting – greener, hillier, less smelly – winners all around!&lt;br /&gt;We had just climbed a bit of a hill here and everyone gathered at the top for a “chat”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozlzV525QI/AAAAAAAAAm8/zL65poeyfnw/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RozlzV525QI/AAAAAAAAAm8/zL65poeyfnw/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690749610353922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAG II was on Main Street in DeKalb, MO.  We were the attraction, as usual (spandex does cause a buzz…..), and yet, there’s more…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm3V525RI/AAAAAAAAAnE/n81ggHynUfY/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm3V525RI/AAAAAAAAAnE/n81ggHynUfY/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691917841458450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought somebody bought fireworks because we heard a loud “pop”.  &lt;br /&gt;However, it was just Jeff’s tube exploding while his bike was leaning on a fence!  Crazy!!  We’ll, at least he wasn’t in motion and the only thing that got hurt were his feelings. &lt;br /&gt;Gerard is looking at this like an Airport Security Dude – foul-play was ruled out.  It was shit luck!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm3V525SI/AAAAAAAAAnM/yyrDXmX_gks/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm3V525SI/AAAAAAAAAnM/yyrDXmX_gks/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691917841458466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be out done by fireworks, Brian hypnotizes small children, and brainwashes them to:&lt;br /&gt;1)      Wear their bicycle helmets&lt;br /&gt;2)      Play less baseball&lt;br /&gt;3)      Call soccer football&lt;br /&gt;4)      Eat more DQ Blizzards&lt;br /&gt;5)      And play more football (see # 3)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm3l525TI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PvoHJoBzs7U/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm3l525TI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PvoHJoBzs7U/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691922136425778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn fields in MO have been very cool – bordered by trees, displaying the contour of the land, very green, and very dense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm3l525UI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SgG77eKcR1I/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm3l525UI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SgG77eKcR1I/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691922136425794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we entered St, Joseph’s, we meandered through this metro park for like 6 miles – it was very nice indeed, although a new road surface would be appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm31525VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Ni8Q543ucq0/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozm31525VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Ni8Q543ucq0/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691926431393106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly we are not in Kansas anymore.  From this spot, I saw aCVS, and the first DD I have seen in a month.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If there was only a Del’s………&lt;br /&gt;Or the Watch City Brewing Company….&lt;br /&gt;Or the Trinity Brewing Company….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-4602709561219851465?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/4602709561219851465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=4602709561219851465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4602709561219851465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4602709561219851465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-29-topeka-ks-to-st-joseph-mo.html' title='Day 29: Topeka, KS to St. Joseph, MO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rozlcl525LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MAgneL7DwzE/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-3348620746905158430</id><published>2007-07-02T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 28: Abilene, KS to Topeka, KS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomBzl525BI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pYKepXhwr1U/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomBzl525BI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pYKepXhwr1U/s320/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082736377812411410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28: 30 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abilene, KS (1155 ft) to Topeka, KS (940 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;108 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;How bad do you want it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;An even worst weather day in Kansas!  Continued head winds, humidity, cool temperatures (like maybe low 70s – this was actually good), but a steady rain from noon on…,.  L  While the roads were more scenic and largely nice to ride on today, they brought continued rolling hills – testing all CCC Riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I am doing very well.  All systems are in check.  Looking forward to Joan’s visit tomorrow…..,.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for your notes and encouragement – it helps!!  J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t see this, but apparently Gene stopped into some little lunch stop in White City and a German woman had him pay the bill via deposit into her “security chest”.  He even left a tip!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: &lt;br /&gt;Correction!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I listed Bill Reinert’s age as 75 – he is 61 years old!  And he lo0ks great for either!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Bill…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCM1525CI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jE6ztuSqOTU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCM1525CI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jE6ztuSqOTU/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082736811604108322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dreary this morning, but didn’t rain until noon.&lt;br /&gt;However, the Kansas landscape was quite different right from the start today – greener, and we had rolling hills throughout the ride today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCNF525DI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sbsnQaAMWuE/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCNF525DI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sbsnQaAMWuE/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082736815899075634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first SAG was in White City, KS, with it’s brick streets.  We rested in their town center gazebo, and were all greeted by Bill Williams who greets the riders every year.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Michelle were chatting away for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCNF525EI/AAAAAAAAAlc/7Euc3FkXCO4/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCNF525EI/AAAAAAAAAlc/7Euc3FkXCO4/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082736815899075650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White City built a wonderful monument to their heroes who paid the price for freedom, and put up that monument to remind us of their sacrifice and to honor them.&lt;br /&gt;Herb, and all of us took a moment to reflect, salute, and thank these American Heroes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCNF525FI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Io0bANTzZlM/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCNF525FI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Io0bANTzZlM/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082736815899075666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first house built in White City – in 1872.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCNV525GI/AAAAAAAAAls/Dj8Rw8NZoiM/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomCNV525GI/AAAAAAAAAls/Dj8Rw8NZoiM/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082736820194042978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our roads today were quiet and nice to ride – but hilly for the whole 108 miles.&lt;br /&gt;This was a tough day…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomDBV525HI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vRUtdm-5-Dk/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomDBV525HI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vRUtdm-5-Dk/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082737713547240562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hawks circled above this river bed we passed over.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomDBV525II/AAAAAAAAAl8/wApLNbJzJ-U/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomDBV525II/AAAAAAAAAl8/wApLNbJzJ-U/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082737713547240578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top of this hill gave us this view.  We haven’t seen this much green in a month!&lt;br /&gt;It is also the fist bit of rock ledge we have seen in 5 days….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomDBl525JI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4xt8cldGCwc/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomDBl525JI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4xt8cldGCwc/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082737717842207890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few miles later, there was even a lake – Lake Wabaunsee.&lt;br /&gt;I began to wonder if I was still in Kansas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomBzl525BI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pYKepXhwr1U/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomBzl525BI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pYKepXhwr1U/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082736377812411410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just along the lake, we were in search of food and went to a white building that was signed as a restaurant.  When we got there, we met Ray.  This dude is maybe the coolest cat I ever met in my life.  He told me the restaurant was not open, but he got the Rocket &amp; I some H2O.  Then we started talking a bit, about the trip, and I told him we rode from Albilene this morning.  When I asked him if he had ever been to Albilene, he told me his x-girlfriend was from there and said they broke up (something about him throwing mud at her…..),.  Then he was fascinated with our bikes, especially the seats.  He asked me if I ever farted on my seat.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Silly little freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomDBl525KI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yxx-IZg2Xr8/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomDBl525KI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yxx-IZg2Xr8/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082737717842207906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s pictures do not show the rain – but it did rain mostly from noon on. &lt;br /&gt;Approaching Topeka, we rolled down this road, hoping to get to dinner!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Closing Note:&lt;br /&gt;It is late, and I just got my clothes out of the dryer.  I had a couple “free drink: tickets, so, I got my 2nd beer (Boulevard Pale Ale from KC – not bad) from the bartender at 10:30 PM.  She already knew I was on the bike trip, so, she got me the beer and said “You better get to bed honey – you have an early day tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;So true….&lt;br /&gt;Good night…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-3348620746905158430?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/3348620746905158430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=3348620746905158430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3348620746905158430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3348620746905158430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-28-topeka-ks.html' title='Day 28: Abilene, KS to Topeka, KS'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RomBzl525BI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pYKepXhwr1U/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-6588889558234986552</id><published>2007-06-30T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 27: McPherson, KS to Abilene, KS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZc515242I/AAAAAAAAAjs/fjSlPa2hSvY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZc515242I/AAAAAAAAAjs/fjSlPa2hSvY/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851378326233954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27: 29 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McPherson, KS (1490 ft) to Abilene, KS (1155 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;64 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Halfway there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Another dreary day in Kansas – cool (60s/low 70s), but humid, headwindy, and on/off rain/drizzle.  We left major roads for most of the day and had country roads – this was good….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Still A-OK.  Being careful to conserve energy, enjoy the ride, and keep my ass as smooth as a baby’s – these are my goals in life at this time………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;The CCC Riders hit their mileage halfway point today!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Bill Reinert, 75, from Chesterbrook, PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdYV5243I/AAAAAAAAAj0/9iAjMsVKGNs/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdYV5243I/AAAAAAAAAj0/9iAjMsVKGNs/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851902312244082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill was born near Allentown, PA, and currently lives in Chesterbrook near Valley Forge, PA.  Bill is a actuary.  I don’t really even know what that is, so, look it up if you need to……&lt;br /&gt;Bill is a veteran of several bike tours, and also enjoys dog sledding, and has a few travels to Pakistan/Tibet in which he did some trekking at over 20,000 ft!  Bill enjoys the Buddhist environment in that area.  Like many CCC Riders, riding “across the USA” has been on Bill’s mind for a while, and, this is his year.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bill quotes a beautiful Buddhist saying “Everything is perfect exactly as it is”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdYl5244I/AAAAAAAAAj8/riLiLnQRsnI/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdYl5244I/AAAAAAAAAj8/riLiLnQRsnI/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851906607211394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning’s start was as bad as it gets.  The Rocket and I have gotten in this bad habit of being the “last out”, and, today, that meant heading out into cool, rain threatening conditions….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdY15245I/AAAAAAAAAkE/J2BJnhd9oNo/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdY15245I/AAAAAAAAAkE/J2BJnhd9oNo/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851910902178706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fans out there asked “Where do you go?”&lt;br /&gt;This is one answer – The Station in Galva, KS.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I went………..&lt;br /&gt;Then I left……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdY15246I/AAAAAAAAAkM/WVLVsanHkLo/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdY15246I/AAAAAAAAAkM/WVLVsanHkLo/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851910902178722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching Canton, KS, we noticed these kids had a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;I know you can’t see this from this photo, but these freaks had 2 water towers, and labeled one “Hot” and one “Cold”.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bastards!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdY15247I/AAAAAAAAAkU/F1watHffEKk/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZdY15247I/AAAAAAAAAkU/F1watHffEKk/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851910902178738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not the “prettiest” brook I could have shot in the last 3 days, it’s just the one I did.&lt;br /&gt;We rode over a dozen or so of these the last 3 days – tree lined brooks in the middle of these vast fields.  &lt;br /&gt;It seems strange to have these trees and brooks in these areas, but, Rocket informed me that Kansas was heavily wooded BEFORE the land was cleared for farming.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, if all this land was cleared, that would be a lot of firewood!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZc515242I/AAAAAAAAAjs/fjSlPa2hSvY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZc515242I/AAAAAAAAAjs/fjSlPa2hSvY/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851378326233954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wax on, wax off.&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the halfway point so I celebrated with a little Danielson.&lt;br /&gt;We are halfway through our mileage!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZenl5248I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZdNBelHOlJk/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZenl5248I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZdNBelHOlJk/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081853263816876994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally off the big roads and onto some nice roads!!  Little traffic, almost no trucks, minimal cow shit, and the opportunity to ride side by side and “talk”.&lt;br /&gt;This is Gypsum Valley Road, near Gypsum, KS.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZenl5249I/AAAAAAAAAkk/K4HTFVMoDT8/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZenl5249I/AAAAAAAAAkk/K4HTFVMoDT8/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081853263816877010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Gypsum Valley Road.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZen1524-I/AAAAAAAAAks/kcY2vV8SdRM/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZen1524-I/AAAAAAAAAks/kcY2vV8SdRM/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081853268111844322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SAG today, Rocket, Marge Bull, and Christine from AbB and I had a nice little chat.&lt;br /&gt;Christine had to wait for Rocket and I to get there, and finish.  Marge saw us and stopped in!  &lt;br /&gt;Marge is the Gypsum Reporter for the  Lynnsburg Review Record.  She stopped and we told her all about the CCC and she took some statistics and the Rocket’s and my info.  She has lived in Gypsum her whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZeoF524_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/_xXBrTQTZF8/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZeoF524_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/_xXBrTQTZF8/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081853272406811634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Country Club Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZeoV525AI/AAAAAAAAAk8/m4Xs8-np8Xg/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZeoV525AI/AAAAAAAAAk8/m4Xs8-np8Xg/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081853276701778946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrive in Abilene, KS.  Cute little town.&lt;br /&gt;There is a museum here for President Dwight Eisenhower – a few folks went to that and said it was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-6588889558234986552?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/6588889558234986552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=6588889558234986552' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/6588889558234986552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/6588889558234986552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-27-mcpherson-ks-to-abilene-ks.html' title='Day 27: McPherson, KS to Abilene, KS'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoZc515242I/AAAAAAAAAjs/fjSlPa2hSvY/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5952612637109035525</id><published>2007-06-29T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 26: Great Bend, KS to McPherson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV791524qI/AAAAAAAAAiM/K9jy-Teoxm4/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV791524qI/AAAAAAAAAiM/K9jy-Teoxm4/s320/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081604056929460898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: 27 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Bend, KS (1843 ft) to McPherson (1490 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;64 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Go slow, enjoy the ride………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;The skies looked threatening, but in fact, it was a good day to ride – cool (70s), overcast, but still the constant and occasionally strong headwinds.&lt;br /&gt;The flat, not so dynamic Kansas terrain is still with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Good.  Would like a 4 day butt break, but (ha!), that isn’t happening…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;None for today friends – sorry.  You can’t even make them out here.  Although we tried, see the “Gladiator” pictures below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Herb Schon, 75, from Santa Fe, NM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8Tl524rI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q61_PEg6xp8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8Tl524rI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q61_PEg6xp8/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081604430591615666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herb lived most of his life in NYC.  For many years he was involved with TV commercial production, and then owned his own bakery from 1991 to 1997.  In 1997, he and his wife Irene moved to Sante Fe, and he really enjoys retirement there.&lt;br /&gt;Herb is the oldest rider on our trip, but definitely a strong rider and he is quite a character!  He loves to sing!!&lt;br /&gt;Herb says “You’re only young once, but you can be immature all your life.”&lt;br /&gt;(Clownie – I thought of you baby…..)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8T1524sI/AAAAAAAAAic/2Bsq0VBN5cE/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8T1524sI/AAAAAAAAAic/2Bsq0VBN5cE/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081604434886582978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one farm we went by this morning had all this old farm equipment near the road.&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8T1524tI/AAAAAAAAAik/I327DWAW2KY/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8T1524tI/AAAAAAAAAik/I327DWAW2KY/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081604434886582994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8T1524uI/AAAAAAAAAis/n6Jei2WKGlQ/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8T1524uI/AAAAAAAAAis/n6Jei2WKGlQ/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081604434886583010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three riders carrying packs (the old way!) went the other way.&lt;br /&gt;When we stopped to take their picture, the first dude (very kindly) said “Do you need help?”&lt;br /&gt;I felt like saying, “Dude, you are pedaling a 300 pound bike and you’re asking me if I need help?  God bless you…..”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8UF524vI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2tynmm2oz0w/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV8UF524vI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2tynmm2oz0w/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081604439181550322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history for the kids out there….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9U1524wI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OFZiCdN8TUg/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9U1524wI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OFZiCdN8TUg/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081605551578080002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in this picture, everything is NOT a joke with Rocket.  &lt;br /&gt;Christine from AbB, in the middle, stopped to check on Rocket, Erin, and me as we were 40 miles behind all the other riders on a 66 mile day.  She brought us all caffeine products.  I think we needed Riddelin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9U1524xI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sza_jRipKYs/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9U1524xI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sza_jRipKYs/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081605551578080018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheat fields are quite pretty……&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9U1524yI/AAAAAAAAAjM/sW4oBPD9Bqk/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9U1524yI/AAAAAAAAAjM/sW4oBPD9Bqk/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081605551578080034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that didn’t stop us from making a joke about them!&lt;br /&gt;Just before this, Erin asked me what my favorite movie was, and I answered Gladiator.  Then I got the idea to walk in the field feeling the wheat – so we all did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator Erin Go Bike.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9VF524zI/AAAAAAAAAjU/TAgQbCPMSYc/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9VF524zI/AAAAAAAAAjU/TAgQbCPMSYc/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081605555873047346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator Rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV791524qI/AAAAAAAAAiM/K9jy-Teoxm4/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV791524qI/AAAAAAAAAiM/K9jy-Teoxm4/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081604056929460898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator Bike Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9VF5240I/AAAAAAAAAjc/HW9lczfY1ho/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV9VF5240I/AAAAAAAAAjc/HW9lczfY1ho/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081605555873047362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kansas Road. &lt;br /&gt;It is long, and headwindy (that is the word I invented the other day).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV-FV5241I/AAAAAAAAAjk/eT63ruBOyUM/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV-FV5241I/AAAAAAAAAjk/eT63ruBOyUM/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081606384801735506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys were happy to see us.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to see us leave that is……&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5952612637109035525?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5952612637109035525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5952612637109035525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5952612637109035525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5952612637109035525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-26-great-bend-ks-to-mcpherson.html' title='Day 26: Great Bend, KS to McPherson'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV791524qI/AAAAAAAAAiM/K9jy-Teoxm4/s72-c/image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-2077205334016741329</id><published>2007-06-29T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 25: Dodge City, KS to Great Bend, KS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV11F524fI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QnGxsEJe4B8/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV11F524fI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QnGxsEJe4B8/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081597309535838706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: 27 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodge City, KS (2500 ft) to Great Bend, KS (1843 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;86 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;It had to happen eventually……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Well, the weather gods had been kind to us overall this trip, so, today, they evened it up a bit.  The temps were cool, but the rain came and, coupled with the wind and the cow poop on the road, made this a long day.  It was a long road – into the wind and rain, with the continued poop smell of Kansas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I am hanging in there – left knee is a little sore, and I feel like 3 days on a couch would be nice.  I was concerned about the rain today – does NASTY things to people’s butt and groin areas, but, I think I made out OK today….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing for today. Today was a grind….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Profile: Jeff, 33, and Tim, 36 Glover from Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2MV524gI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7m0rzsk9Y4o/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2MV524gI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7m0rzsk9Y4o/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081597708967797250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Tim are brothers and decided to do this trip together this year as Jeff moved back to the States from Australia and they hadn’t seem much of each other in like 10 years.  They both also felt like they needed “a challenge”.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is a chef and recently moved back to the US with his wife Alicia.  &lt;br /&gt;Tim is a Certified Athletic Trainer for Ferris State University (note his shirt – I will get that one on the “t-shirt swap”).&lt;br /&gt;The boys quote:&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: “The only good wind is the one that makes people leave the room.”&lt;br /&gt;Tim: “In the Cross Country Challenge you only have two choices – uphill or into the wind”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Check out Jeff’s Blog http://tg.jedi.googlepages.com&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Good guys – good fun…………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV11F524fI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QnGxsEJe4B8/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV11F524fI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QnGxsEJe4B8/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081597309535838706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like riding today – but not my bike.&lt;br /&gt;The horseshoe bull was not as exciting as it looked…………..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2Ml524hI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CxJrqUEn6Yo/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2Ml524hI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CxJrqUEn6Yo/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081597713262764562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently it isn’t just corn and cattle in Kansas – we have some wind farms too……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2Ml524iI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-ybGzDYQ2lI/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2Ml524iI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-ybGzDYQ2lI/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081597713262764578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve seen a few of these babies the last couple days – I think they are called grain elevators.  It seems every town or county has one, and I gather farmers take their grain here for sale.&lt;br /&gt;These thinks are big, and from a distance as you approach these things they look like skyscrapers!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2Ml524jI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9-57PtEkoGI/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2Ml524jI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9-57PtEkoGI/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081597713262764594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado and Kansas had several of these wall murals – very nice.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I stepped into this Kansas Fantasy and boarded the railroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2M1524kI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Y8tiLXjE9VU/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV2M1524kI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Y8tiLXjE9VU/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081597717557731906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAG I today was in Midway, KS – halfway between San Francisco and New York.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be our midway point for days to ride, and I think we hit our mileage midway pint in Thursday or Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3iF524lI/AAAAAAAAAhk/uiV9RTK425o/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3iF524lI/AAAAAAAAAhk/uiV9RTK425o/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081599182141579858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAG II was right near Subway – so, we decided to eat fresh.&lt;br /&gt;That is Mike “Rocket”, Arlene, Tim, and “Erin Go Bike”.&lt;br /&gt;FYI – Arlene bought a brand new bike last weekend in Pueblo.  She is super fast now!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3iV524mI/AAAAAAAAAhs/no1ZrNhgW7Q/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3iV524mI/AAAAAAAAAhs/no1ZrNhgW7Q/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081599186436547170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped along the road to read this historical marker.&lt;br /&gt;We have been surrounded by these all through Nevada, Utah, Colorado, and Kansas – all about the US Western Migration.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining at this time……….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3iV524nI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nRctroaeFE4/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3iV524nI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nRctroaeFE4/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081599186436547186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are in Kansas, and there is hay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3iV524oI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7kQoxy6Zjv8/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3iV524oI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7kQoxy6Zjv8/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081599186436547202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road behind us as we approached Dundee, KS.&lt;br /&gt;Grain elevators in the distance….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3il524pI/AAAAAAAAAiE/V3XQ4_OyEnE/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV3il524pI/AAAAAAAAAiE/V3XQ4_OyEnE/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081599190731514514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to be gross, but, what the hell – this is about the Cross Country Challenge, including the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I washed off myself as I finished the day.&lt;br /&gt;These roads are filthy and every day we wash incredible grime off ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-2077205334016741329?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/2077205334016741329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=2077205334016741329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/2077205334016741329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/2077205334016741329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-25-dodge-city-ks-to-great-bend-ks.html' title='Day 25: Dodge City, KS to Great Bend, KS'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoV11F524fI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QnGxsEJe4B8/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-4706069244142603162</id><published>2007-06-28T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 24: Garden City, KS to Dodge City, KS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524bI/AAAAAAAAAgU/IWOXmcYTqpI/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524bI/AAAAAAAAAgU/IWOXmcYTqpI/s320/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081259536127812018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24: 26 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden City, KS (2830 ft) to Dodge City, KS (2500 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;51, I mean 61 Miles….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Easy day – maybe not……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be an easy day, but, on route sheets were wrong and we all started pedaling this morning heading west.  So, our easy 51 mile day turned into a still pretty easy 61 mile day….,.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant day to ride – low 80s, overcast, with slight headwinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Good.  The butt is good, the cleats are good – but I need a haircut and of course that is starting to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;My computer is totally f’d, so, sorry if these e-mails/blog are not up to date ASAP – hotel wireless networks and their security and Windows Vista and my stupidity all add up to some frustrating nights…..&lt;br /&gt;Also, my camera is about dead – sounds like my left knee when I try to zoom the lens – it’s days are numbered…….,.  If it breaks, I will write you poetry every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;I met Crystal and Mike – a married couple who work for the Discovery Channel – see them below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA41524WI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qSTXHulLm1M/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA41524WI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qSTXHulLm1M/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081257624867365218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, AFTER we had eggs and sausages, we came across this little message.&lt;br /&gt;Too late – maybe tomorrow………&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA41524XI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Mq76eRCH56I/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA41524XI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Mq76eRCH56I/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081257624867365234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many miles of farms and fields/prairie.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what they are drilling for out here – water or oil??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRAkF524VI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bgxlTMlmxMA/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRAkF524VI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bgxlTMlmxMA/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081257268385079634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are riding along Rt. 50 East towards Dodge City and we see this sign.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess we can’t really complain – they did NOT say scenic overlook!!&lt;br /&gt;It was an overlook of a REALLY LARGE cattle feed.  Stinky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA5F524YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/8W0uH1pFUz8/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA5F524YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/8W0uH1pFUz8/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081257629162332546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all things change, and soon the prairie and it’s life we’re with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA5F524ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gjBxU-2erAY/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA5F524ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gjBxU-2erAY/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081257629162332562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled off the road for a stop at a historical marker for the Sante Fe Trail.&lt;br /&gt;I met Kristen and Mike Dixon – they work for the Discovery Channel and they are riding bikes and hiking their way from the east coast to the west coast over 300 days.  They are doing some documentary that will be aired next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA5F524aI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9T3zgzbf_XI/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRA5F524aI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9T3zgzbf_XI/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081257629162332578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prairie flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Prairie flowers&lt;br /&gt;Are pretty too&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You don’t see many&lt;br /&gt;So when you do&lt;br /&gt;Stop your bike&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy the view&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ride your bike&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget&lt;br /&gt;Smell the flowers&lt;br /&gt;So you won’t regret&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524bI/AAAAAAAAAgU/IWOXmcYTqpI/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524bI/AAAAAAAAAgU/IWOXmcYTqpI/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081259536127812018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a famous welcome sign.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524cI/AAAAAAAAAgc/drA7XJDjk08/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524cI/AAAAAAAAAgc/drA7XJDjk08/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081259536127812034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we walked down to Dodge City and Boot Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the song “Billy 4” from  “Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid” by Bob Dylan –&lt;br /&gt;“Out to Boot Hill they’d like to send you&lt;br /&gt;  Billy they don’t like you to be so free…”&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Boot Hill from the left of this photo.  We are heading into Boot Hill tomorrow on our way out of Dodge.  That flag is an indicator of the wind we have had the last two days – in our face.  L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524dI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fB8N1_1QtsQ/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524dI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fB8N1_1QtsQ/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081259536127812050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we tried to sneak into the Boot Hill Museum Area, this cowboy here caught us and made us back down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once we backed off, then he ran off saying “I gotta go rob a bank……..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoV524eI/AAAAAAAAAgs/oFIF2OPHuLQ/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoV524eI/AAAAAAAAAgs/oFIF2OPHuLQ/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081259540422779362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen lots of trains the last few weeks.  This is an old steam engine in Boot Hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-4706069244142603162?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/4706069244142603162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=4706069244142603162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4706069244142603162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4706069244142603162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-24-garden-city-ks-to-dodge-city-ks.html' title='Day 24: Garden City, KS to Dodge City, KS'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoRCoF524bI/AAAAAAAAAgU/IWOXmcYTqpI/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5362403771889783291</id><published>2007-06-28T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 23: Lamar, CO to Garden City, KS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ7v1524LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/g3p67Xooh28/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ7v1524LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/g3p67Xooh28/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081251972690403506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23: 25 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamar, CO (3690 ft) to Garden City, KS (2830 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;105 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith,  focus, and keep pedaling….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;There were longer days, hotter days, days with more climbing, days with snow – but, many riders felt this was the “toughest day” so far.  I agree.&lt;br /&gt;Following yesterday’s long ride, we had rough roads, heat and humidity (a bit), and incredible side and head winds today – like over 20 MPH most of the day.  We lost an hour while riding – most people had “had enough” by the end of this ride….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I am well and continue to be optimistic about completing the whole ride.  The little left butt thing is getting better, and my dear friend Donna is sending me a new seat to help “keep me going”. &lt;br /&gt;We get to sleep in tomorrow and have only 50 miles each for the next two days, so, we all should recover a bit.  If the winds would turn some, that would be most welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing today – it was a grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8G1524MI/AAAAAAAAAec/CDdJcP7ZEsU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8G1524MI/AAAAAAAAAec/CDdJcP7ZEsU/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081252367827394754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely flat territory now – plenty of farms and fields of corn, wheat, and other foods.&lt;br /&gt;For a minute here, I thought I was going hay wall!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8G1524NI/AAAAAAAAAek/oxsWivMRlfY/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8G1524NI/AAAAAAAAAek/oxsWivMRlfY/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081252367827394770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheat fields on a very windy day….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8G1524OI/AAAAAAAAAes/82HvcH7wUkg/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8G1524OI/AAAAAAAAAes/82HvcH7wUkg/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081252367827394786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we rode along Rt. 50, we passed this landmark and the Rocket, myself, and Michelle (from AbB) discussed this unfortunate decision made by the US Government.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ7v1524LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/g3p67Xooh28/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ7v1524LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/g3p67Xooh28/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081251972690403506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rocket, Brian, and I rode most of the day together – that is helpful on long days.&lt;br /&gt;As we passed the state line, we snapped some photos.&lt;br /&gt;As I am not familiar with being lifted like a champion, you can see I almost ripped off Brian’s head in fear.  He loves that shit……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8HF524PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dqC9OM9lvWU/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8HF524PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dqC9OM9lvWU/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081252372122362098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bit, we also passed into Central Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8HF524QI/AAAAAAAAAe8/uF9ehVdTvbA/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ8HF524QI/AAAAAAAAAe8/uF9ehVdTvbA/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081252372122362114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seconds later, took some rest and shelter in this cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;Brian here, doesn’t really sleep or eat.  He is like the Terminator – he goes into suspended animation when “not in use”.  He is a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ9VV524RI/AAAAAAAAAfE/U_rvzXXl6ss/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ9VV524RI/AAAAAAAAAfE/U_rvzXXl6ss/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081253716447125778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long, hot, headwindy (new word I just invented), boring road ahead…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ9VV524SI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ke88ogDkF44/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ9VV524SI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ke88ogDkF44/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081253716447125794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all roads lead to a Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ9Vl524TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VccbHZeaZHc/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ9Vl524TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VccbHZeaZHc/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081253720742093106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching Garden City, I paused to rest and snap this picture of this farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ9Vl524UI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JN5UFjXZJQA/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ9Vl524UI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JN5UFjXZJQA/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081253720742093122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to Garden City was yet another cattle feed.  These guys weren’t as crowded as other feeds, and they definitely didn’t like me giving them the eye.&lt;br /&gt;I almost went in there and punched them in the head, but, I’ll admit, I was intimidated by them.&lt;br /&gt;Am I NOT “the wolf”???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5362403771889783291?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5362403771889783291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5362403771889783291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5362403771889783291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5362403771889783291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-23-lamar-co-to-garden-city-ks.html' title='Day 23: Lamar, CO to Garden City, KS'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RoQ7v1524LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/g3p67Xooh28/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-7910024085667834704</id><published>2007-06-24T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 22: Pueblo, CO to Lamar, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn8z8KGpi7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Jkfcn7IEysM/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn8z8KGpi7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Jkfcn7IEysM/s320/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079836013294619570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22: 24 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueblo, CO (4690 ft) to Lamar, CO (3690 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;121 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Go long and hold your nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;This is our longest ride on the CCC, and we were on the road early.  It was another good weather day – clear, slight winds, and hot, but, not as hot as it could be …. ,.  The “beautiful” Colorado scenery is behind us, and it felt like we were in the mid-west.  This section of CO is know for really large cattle feeds (farms) and we were “Cautioned” about drinking from our water bottles if it rained or if there were cattle trucks on the road – basically, shit washing into the road and onto your water bottles.  Nice.  121 miles and no water!!  Well, the “warning” was to be CLEAN…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Felt good today, and the left butt felt pretty good – think that is under control.&lt;br /&gt;One rider got a flat and crashed in a downhill on Friday, so, he elected to end his trip.  HE was not hurt seriously, but a little bruised.  5 other riders left us during our rest day in Pueblo, so, our group is shrinking a bit…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Cattle feeds kids – not pretty.  Our European guests were especially surprised to see these places – thousands, maybe 10s of thousands of corralled cows in the hot sun, no shade, in pens stomping around all day in their own shit.  Not pretty.  Smelled like hell too…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rider Profile: Mike Theiler from Austin, TX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81VaGpi8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/9IP8nya_jP0/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81VaGpi8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/9IP8nya_jP0/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079837546597944258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is 37 years old and currently lives in Austin, TX.  He just received his MBA from the University of Texas and thought now was the “perfect time” to live his dream of riding across the USA.  Mike has completed many bicycle tours, including the “Ride the Rockies” Ride.  He enjoys many activities, and enjoys going to Montana to a remote family owned cottage in the wilderness.  Mike has earned the name “Rocket” on this trip (given to him by yours truly, but accepted by all….) and he and I have been “bounced” out of several SAG Stops from getting there so late (we have been stopping to smell the roses!!). The Rocket is addicted to Cliff Bars.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rocket says “A bend in the road is not the end of the road unless you fail to make the turn”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81VqGpi9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Lm19pKBxq60/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81VqGpi9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Lm19pKBxq60/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079837550892911570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our travels brought us to Rocky Ford, CO.  It was a sleepy town.  All we could think of was Mayberry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81VqGpi-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/Npt4dipkCs8/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81VqGpi-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/Npt4dipkCs8/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079837550892911586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAG II was in Swink, CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81V6Gpi_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/91QIha_2ZNw/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81V6Gpi_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/91QIha_2ZNw/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079837555187878898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AB “suggested” lunch was at the DQ in Las Animas.&lt;br /&gt;No problem for Brian – he is now addicted to Blizzards as he thinks they are “Brilliant” and will likely need counseling when he returns to the UK.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81V6GpjAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KnwF4WaY2tI/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn81V6GpjAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KnwF4WaY2tI/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079837555187878914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air conditioning, ice cream – just what the doctor ordered after hours in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82eaGpjBI/AAAAAAAAAds/vHJImFmBUdw/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82eaGpjBI/AAAAAAAAAds/vHJImFmBUdw/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079838800728394770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool tree on route to Hasty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82eqGpjCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Avt6JfiK_-c/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82eqGpjCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Avt6JfiK_-c/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079838805023362082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our SAG III under this tree and near this incredibly dirty pool.&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing………….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82eqGpjDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Dxl73LOoCSs/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82eqGpjDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Dxl73LOoCSs/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079838805023362098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheat fields near Hasty.&lt;br /&gt;We saw cow farms / cattle feeds, corn fields, soy (maybe), and wheat fields.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely feels like we’re in the mid-west now…………..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82eqGpjEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nh75NfzE19k/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82eqGpjEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nh75NfzE19k/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079838805023362114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool abandoned house near Lama, CO.&lt;br /&gt;Needs a roof and windows, but, the walls look sound!@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82e6GpjFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2f3MZ5Ti3Uo/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn82e6GpjFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2f3MZ5Ti3Uo/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079838809318329426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the third (at least) cattle feed we went by.  It was HUGE.  Probably over a half mile long and thousands, if not 100,000 cows!  I am not exaggerating.  Smelled awful.  These are cows in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;This is not pretty – these cows are bunched together, sampling on their own shit, and out in the sun all day.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your dinner……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn8z8KGpi7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Jkfcn7IEysM/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn8z8KGpi7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Jkfcn7IEysM/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079836013294619570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121 miles later, we are welcomed to the Cow Palace Inn in Lamar, CO.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nice hotel – I am on my way to swim now….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-7910024085667834704?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/7910024085667834704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=7910024085667834704' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/7910024085667834704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/7910024085667834704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-22-pueblo-co-to-lamar-co.html' title='Day 22: Pueblo, CO to Lamar, CO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn8z8KGpi7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Jkfcn7IEysM/s72-c/image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-1880865149826780339</id><published>2007-06-24T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 20: Salida, CO to Pueblo, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TBqGpixI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ykMOcSKiYvE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TBqGpixI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ykMOcSKiYvE/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079659086411827986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: 22 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salida, CO (7038 ft) to Pueblo, CO (4690 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;102 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Adios Rockies!  Hello weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;With the mountains behind us, the day’s mileages will increase.  Largely a downhill ride, EXCEPT if you take the trip to The Royal Gorge (I did!).  The morning was perfect, cool temps, smooth roads, tailwinds, and a beautiful downhill ride through a canyon.  The afternoon brought mid-west weather – thunder and lightening with riders taking cover!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Tough day for yours truly!  My left shoe cleat STOPED clicking into the pedal at 35 miles – still had 67 miles to pedal.  I could pedal OK on the flats as the front of the clip was in the pedal, but, could not spin well, and could only pedal while sitting.  Since the Rocket &amp; I decided to do the extra loop to the Royal Gorge, I had to climb probably our steepest climb while seating!  That coupled with a mushroom or something growing on my left ass cheek made for a tough day……………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;The side trip to The Royal Gorge was notable – this is the highest suspension bridge in the world, and, I think, was the way across these lands at one point.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the introduction to “stormy weather” is apparent now that we are out of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TBqGpixI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ykMOcSKiYvE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TBqGpixI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ykMOcSKiYvE/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079659086411827986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was perfect, and we saw perhaps our last views of the beautiful Rocky Mountain Panorama.&lt;br /&gt;That mountain on the left looked like a perfect pyramid from an earlier view (which I didn’t take for some reason….).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TiqGpiyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/jpEF-vdIy94/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TiqGpiyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/jpEF-vdIy94/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079659653347511074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a grand view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TiqGpizI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5I4ZX-wktX8/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TiqGpizI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5I4ZX-wktX8/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079659653347511090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 40 miles, we rolled along a road which snaked along with the Arkansas River Headwaters through a rugged canyon.  &lt;br /&gt;All along were a train tracks, birds, and this fast moving river.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6Ti6Gpi0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/VwQtSmEgfAs/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6Ti6Gpi0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/VwQtSmEgfAs/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079659657642478402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sag I was along the river at this water rafting spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6Ti6Gpi1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/3I0Ct63Mp0s/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6Ti6Gpi1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/3I0Ct63Mp0s/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079659657642478418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incredibly difficult climb up to the Royal Gorge (especially with one foot), we hung around here for about 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Rocket wanted to take a picture of me by the Massachusetts flag, but, I corrected him.  Freak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6Ti6Gpi2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/RPGLklisFFk/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6Ti6Gpi2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/RPGLklisFFk/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079659657642478434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Arkansas River which cut steeply through this canyon.  This is the same river we travelled along all morning.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6URqGpi3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/loemjrZIQzA/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6URqGpi3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/loemjrZIQzA/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079660460801362802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the suspension bridge, we noticed the white water rafters.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6URqGpi4I/AAAAAAAAAck/8d25DsYE9lk/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6URqGpi4I/AAAAAAAAAck/8d25DsYE9lk/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079660460801362818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Gorge was spectacular and the suspended, wooded plank bridge was something unique.  Cars and trucks were crossing it while we were!!&lt;br /&gt;The bridge was built in 1929 by Lon P. Piper, and is 1053 feet above the Arkansas River.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6UR6Gpi5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/aTyUHZF0nv4/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6UR6Gpi5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/aTyUHZF0nv4/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079660465096330130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian spent two hours in the Gorge, including doing the canyon slingshot swing with Angie!&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, we photographed him with his home flag.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;You ladies out there would probably like to see Brian’s pose at the “Half Moon Ranch” we went by earlier, but, you will need to find other Internet sources for that – I DON’T operate that kind of website!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6UR6Gpi6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/0kkL__TTstc/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6UR6Gpi6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/0kkL__TTstc/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079660465096330146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was starting to turn in the Royal Gorge, and we still had over 50 miles to Pueblo.&lt;br /&gt;This storm got ahead of me, and there was lightening to my left, right, and straight ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us had to find temporary cover – this isn’t always easy in the west………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-1880865149826780339?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/1880865149826780339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=1880865149826780339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1880865149826780339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1880865149826780339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-20-22-june-2007-salida-co-7038-ft.html' title='Day 20: Salida, CO to Pueblo, CO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rn6TBqGpixI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ykMOcSKiYvE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-1919767137458104486</id><published>2007-06-21T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 19: Gunnison, CO to Salida, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns6_6GpinI/AAAAAAAAAac/KKpjBiEURx0/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns6_6GpinI/AAAAAAAAAac/KKpjBiEURx0/s320/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078717874393680498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: 21 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunnison, CO (7681 ft) to Salida, CO (7038 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;66 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 – Pack Riding Near Carlin Canyon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Climb High, Soar Down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a big day in the CCC – riders hit their highest elevation and cross the Continental Divide.  The weather cooperated – cool in the AM, and overcast and cool on the climb.  The day was simple– 42 miles (from 7700 to 11,312 feet!)  up, 24 down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I am well, and all the other riders are well also.  Not a single rider sagged today – EVERY rider climbed this mountain!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all riders – a job well done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Again, it is notable that EVERY rider today completed this whole ride – per the AB Staff, this is not the “norm”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another notable event, Christine, a new staff member who will work from Pueblo to NH, and her fiancé Bill exchanged vows at 1:00 PM on Monarch Pass!!  I just thought they were out of breath!  Best wishes to them!!  J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7f6GpioI/AAAAAAAAAak/jyF6IROh-gY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7f6GpioI/AAAAAAAAAak/jyF6IROh-gY/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078718424149494402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slight climbing from Gunnison to the base of the Monarch Pass @ 33 miles, we started an 8 mile climb.  &lt;br /&gt;At times, like this, there was little room between the white line and a nasty drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7f6GpipI/AAAAAAAAAas/A8nG2z2Xleo/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7f6GpipI/AAAAAAAAAas/A8nG2z2Xleo/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078718424149494418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 mile climb kept going and going, left, right, and up….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7f6GpiqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SFIrF8d8PX4/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7f6GpiqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SFIrF8d8PX4/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078718424149494434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were great views, and finally, some weather (in the distance….).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7gKGpirI/AAAAAAAAAa8/l6d-5zD1omg/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7gKGpirI/AAAAAAAAAa8/l6d-5zD1omg/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078718428444461746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn’t a free ride.  This is work.  &lt;br /&gt;All riders I’m sure were in their easiest gear for 8 miles and anywhere from 90 to 180 minutes - feeling the burn on every pedal stroke.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dave did it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7gKGpisI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Yz6bI7MvbIo/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns7gKGpisI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Yz6bI7MvbIo/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078718428444461762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these two crazy kids rode to the top, and exchanged vows.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody saw it except Andy and Michelle because these two are so fast they are way ahead of everyone else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns6_qGpimI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2xN1g-aYXj0/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns6_qGpimI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2xN1g-aYXj0/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078717870098713186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CCC Riders enjoyed their accomplishments and the views!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns6_6GpinI/AAAAAAAAAac/KKpjBiEURx0/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns6_6GpinI/AAAAAAAAAac/KKpjBiEURx0/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078717874393680498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kids know I am cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;But did you know I had snow balls!&lt;br /&gt;I figured I give you a peak of them here at Monarch Pass – 11,312 feet above sea level and where the watersheds for the Pacific and Atlantic Ocean meet!!&lt;br /&gt;Impressive huh?  I’m talkin’ about the Continental Divide!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns8tqGpitI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zavxui-m9uY/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns8tqGpitI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zavxui-m9uY/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078719759884323538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view down and eastward was welcomed and inspiring, and we pointed our bikes down hill, towards the Atlantic Ocean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns8tqGpiuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pvVObutP8dw/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns8tqGpiuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pvVObutP8dw/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078719759884323554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t get too many pictures descending, but, there were grand views everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns8tqGpivI/AAAAAAAAAbc/85SvAZTb4P0/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns8tqGpivI/AAAAAAAAAbc/85SvAZTb4P0/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078719759884323570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are in The Rockies don’t forget…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns8t6GpiwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_GQbMkkSiXk/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns8t6GpiwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_GQbMkkSiXk/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078719764179290882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look back up.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I’ll just head into Salida………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-1919767137458104486?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/1919767137458104486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=1919767137458104486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1919767137458104486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1919767137458104486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-19-gunnison-co-to-salida-co.html' title='Day 19: Gunnison, CO to Salida, CO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns6_6GpinI/AAAAAAAAAac/KKpjBiEURx0/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-8789080054902988485</id><published>2007-06-21T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 18: Montrose, CO to Gunnison, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns16aGpicI/AAAAAAAAAZE/N59IsOniVgA/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns16aGpicI/AAAAAAAAAZE/N59IsOniVgA/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078712282346260930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: 20 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montrose, CO (5820 ft) to Gunnison, CO (7681 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;63 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 – Pack Riding Near Carlin Canyon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Heavy climbing, 20 miles of strong headwinds, Colorado ruggedness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Back into elevation, it was cool in the AM, but warmed up quickly.  Heading into the mountain passes, there were EXTREMELY strong headwinds for 20 miles!  The scenery was green and wet – beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I am still quite good.  I do have a pressure point in the left butt cheek, but, talking to other riders, most do.  One very strong rider even sagged today – his ass was killing him!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Blue Mesa Lake – beautiful alpine lake.&lt;br /&gt;Dava – get a boat slip here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2RqGpidI/AAAAAAAAAZM/066BbdXFeqs/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2RqGpidI/AAAAAAAAAZM/066BbdXFeqs/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078712681778219474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Montrose, we had a view of what was in store for the next two days – climbing!&lt;br /&gt;What we didn’t really care for, was the extremely strong headwinds we fought for 20 miles – including several miles uphill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2R6GpieI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YETuFUpAHow/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2R6GpieI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YETuFUpAHow/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078712686073186786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first climb brought us to this beautiful alpine meadow….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2R6GpifI/AAAAAAAAAZc/u0YNzncn8xQ/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2R6GpifI/AAAAAAAAAZc/u0YNzncn8xQ/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078712686073186802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to our first screaming downhill for the day.&lt;br /&gt;These downhills are fun if the road is good – these were good!!  J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2SKGpigI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uIiwk0T5k5w/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2SKGpigI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uIiwk0T5k5w/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078712690368154114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of that downhill we rode along the powerful Gunnison River in the town of Cimarron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns16aGpicI/AAAAAAAAAZE/N59IsOniVgA/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns16aGpicI/AAAAAAAAAZE/N59IsOniVgA/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078712282346260930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few miles up the road, I hob-nobbed with the locals, and others ate fresh, hot, home-made pies!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2SKGpihI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Mod_NjpfYZo/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns2SKGpihI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Mod_NjpfYZo/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078712690368154130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs bring you in and out of some steep, rocky areas like this.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are in The Rockies……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns3r6GpiiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/mQ5IwyQckeY/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns3r6GpiiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/mQ5IwyQckeY/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078714232261413410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watson Ranch had a nice view of Blue Mesa Lake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns3sKGpijI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DiV_nJmy_Gs/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns3sKGpijI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DiV_nJmy_Gs/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078714236556380722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Gunnison River – the same one that carved the Black Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns3sKGpikI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UYicrKxKPLA/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns3sKGpikI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UYicrKxKPLA/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078714236556380738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lkae, Blue Mesa Lake, was spectacular.  We rode along this for like 10 miles I gather – I could have taken 4578 photos!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there is a destination though….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns3sKGpilI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1pEOo3-8GGU/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns3sKGpilI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1pEOo3-8GGU/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078714236556380754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another view of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;At this point we were 10-15 miles from Gunnison, so, the Rocket, Howie, and I picked up the pace.  Well, we did stop for Reeses and Diet Coke, then resumed….&lt;br /&gt;Gunnison was a nice little town with a brew pub.  A couple Hopalicious IPAs, this journal, and I’m out!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-8789080054902988485?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/8789080054902988485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=8789080054902988485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/8789080054902988485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/8789080054902988485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-18-montrose-co-to-gunnison-co.html' title='Day 18: Montrose, CO to Gunnison, CO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rns16aGpicI/AAAAAAAAAZE/N59IsOniVgA/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5329300397738542277</id><published>2007-06-20T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 16: Green River, UT to Grand Junction, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnktMKGpiSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6thdNc6zRmA/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnktMKGpiSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6thdNc6zRmA/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078139741730867490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16: 18 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green River, UT (4080 ft) to Grand Junction, CO (4591 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;96 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Long, hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is hot and sunny, it was “mild” for these parts.  It was cool and overcast in the morning, and probably only in the 90s today.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, but doable ride.  &lt;br /&gt;Riders were excited to hit the Colorado Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;If I felt any better, I would need to pee in a cup.  Retirement is good for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Sue Dixon who just completed the Mississippi Ride, met us on route and also grave us our “Q Sheets” for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkthqGpiTI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9r8jpRu9m3k/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkthqGpiTI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9r8jpRu9m3k/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140111098054962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful morning – nice dawn colors, no wind, and cool temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;We were pedaling by 6:30 AM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkthqGpiUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/o5jfadHHO_c/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkthqGpiUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/o5jfadHHO_c/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140111098054978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day brightened, and began to warm.&lt;br /&gt;At a “roadside” SAG stop, we noticed some cactus growing in the Utah Desert.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding fences – I don’t know what the story is, but we have spent a lot of time on interstate roads in Nevada, Utah, and later today Colorado.  There are freakin’ fences everywhere.  I don’t know why – the government must have something to do with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkthqGpiVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yrd1pEEaCak/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkthqGpiVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yrd1pEEaCak/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140111098054994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days, we have crossed and seen many bone dry riverbeds like this one.&lt;br /&gt;Oh don’t worry – it is fenced in!&lt;br /&gt;Just before this shot (I think) I had to replace my rear tire – not tube.  I am on my third rear tire!!  Is it possible I am not as thin as I think I am??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkth6GpiWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/aCZV3Ndp7p0/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkth6GpiWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/aCZV3Ndp7p0/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140115393022306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah leaves us with this spectacular view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkth6GpiXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/c41Csg78H1A/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkth6GpiXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/c41Csg78H1A/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140115393022322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zoomed in a bit………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnktMKGpiSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6thdNc6zRmA/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnktMKGpiSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6thdNc6zRmA/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078139741730867490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone is THRILLED to be in Colorado.  &lt;br /&gt;Nothing against Utah – except the 3.2 % beer!&lt;br /&gt;Left to right it’s:  Erin, Howie, Greg, Jeff, Arlene, Herb, Angie, Mike “Rocket”, Robert, Tim, and Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkuZKGpiYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kqQvl6RSZtM/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkuZKGpiYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kqQvl6RSZtM/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078141064580794754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colorado landscape had residual desert effects.&lt;br /&gt;But immediately a better road!  (It didn’t last……)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkuZaGpiZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0W6lHTABFmI/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkuZaGpiZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0W6lHTABFmI/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078141068875762066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado landscape.&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days it seems that as we do a climb and roll into a valley we sometimes go from green desert to brown desert in a matter of minutes of a few feet, and then back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkuZaGpiaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/jdpcdYGnDKg/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkuZaGpiaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/jdpcdYGnDKg/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078141068875762082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sue Dixon.  She just returned from the ABB Mississippi Alumni Ride which my friend Bob Cohen from Watch City Brewing just completed.  “Boston Bob” is an avid biker and even has a beer named after him – “Biking Bob’s Bohemian Lager”.  If you go to Watch City Brewing Company in Waltham MA and see a little puppet on the beer tap, you know that a batch of it is ready for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big Bob fan, but, those of you who know me know I must pay my respects to Arran’s brewing mastery by drinking the Hops Explosion IPA continuously.  Mark doesn’t even ask – it’s there awaiting me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to all my friends @ Watch City Brewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkuZaGpibI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rGA7ZMV56eI/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkuZaGpibI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rGA7ZMV56eI/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078141068875762098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seen well here, Colorado offers more mesas – I guess that is what these flat rock things are called.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we ride by the Grand Mesa, and climb a bit.&lt;br /&gt;We are only 2 or 3 days from go over the Monarch Pass in the Rockies.&lt;br /&gt;Should be breath taking – climbing the hills that is!!  I guess I’ll just have to sing some Buffalo Tom!!  J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5329300397738542277?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5329300397738542277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5329300397738542277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5329300397738542277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5329300397738542277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-16-green-river-ut-to-grand-junction.html' title='Day 16: Green River, UT to Grand Junction, CO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnktMKGpiSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6thdNc6zRmA/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-7548303632836369903</id><published>2007-06-20T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 17a: A Black Canyon National Park visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfGKGpiHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PlKEm7w_Mt4/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfGKGpiHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PlKEm7w_Mt4/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078124245488863346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: 19 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABlack Canyon National Park Visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;11 of us made a short trip within Montrose, CO to a new National Park – Black Canyon.  This was a quick visit with just two stops, but it was incredibly worth the time and $5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfbqGpiII/AAAAAAAAAWk/AxbBM-t36Bg/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfbqGpiII/AAAAAAAAAWk/AxbBM-t36Bg/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078124614856050818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop in Black Canyon was at a spot called Tomichi Point.  This was our first view.  Incredible, huh?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkfb6GpiJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2El2K6Cuf3M/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkfb6GpiJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2El2K6Cuf3M/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078124619151018130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous view zoomed in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkfb6GpiKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Anfwb5JCo5s/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkfb6GpiKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Anfwb5JCo5s/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078124619151018146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This canyon is the work of the Gunnison River – you can barely see it in the middle of this photo.&lt;br /&gt;The Gunnison River joins the Colorado River in Grand Junction – the town we left from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkfb6GpiLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gM4yPsO3IwA/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnkfb6GpiLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gM4yPsO3IwA/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078124619151018162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A zoom in on the wall of the canyon at Tomichi Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfGKGpiHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PlKEm7w_Mt4/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfGKGpiHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PlKEm7w_Mt4/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078124245488863346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to another area called Gunnison Point.&lt;br /&gt;It was easier to see, hear, and even “feel” the river here – we could actually feel the moisture from the rapids probably 1000 feet below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfcKGpiMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/DxEkDhs201c/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfcKGpiMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/DxEkDhs201c/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078124623445985474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of a wall face at Gunnison Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqWaGpiNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4aPscDcGXZw/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqWaGpiNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4aPscDcGXZw/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078136619289643218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto.  Different wall face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqWaGpiOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/q2yoc01Phf4/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqWaGpiOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/q2yoc01Phf4/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078136619289643234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure you can see it, but there is a small bird perched on that tree (top left).&lt;br /&gt;I need a better camera, or National Geographic will not hire me ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqWqGpiPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Kt_y3lVTuEY/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqWqGpiPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Kt_y3lVTuEY/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078136623584610546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was cool.  &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this tree was a nest and there were three chicks in it (It think).  This tree/nest was RIGHT along the Visitor Center.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqWqGpiQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/fbDPBmaSqaQ/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqWqGpiQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/fbDPBmaSqaQ/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078136623584610562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to someone who seemed to know a bit about birds, this was Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqW6GpiRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4Qeh6XNAqyA/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkqW6GpiRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4Qeh6XNAqyA/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078136627879577874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was Dad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-7548303632836369903?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/7548303632836369903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=7548303632836369903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/7548303632836369903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/7548303632836369903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-17a-black-canyon-national-park.html' title='Day 17a: A Black Canyon National Park visit'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkfGKGpiHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PlKEm7w_Mt4/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5405250827163617193</id><published>2007-06-20T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 17: Grand Junction, CO to Montrose, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbXqGph9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Tb0WLqPnO34/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbXqGph9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Tb0WLqPnO34/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120148090062802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 76: 19 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Junction, CO (4591 ft) to Montrose, CO (5820 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;70 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Resume climbing, head towards the Rockies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;The weather does not seem to change much – hot, high 90s I gather, some breeze (usually in our face), and it seems even HOTTER at 7:00 PM!!&lt;br /&gt;The road was a bit friendlier today, and the majestic Rocky Mountains are in view…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I am well and ready for the next two days – we will climb the next two days and cross the Continental Divide on Thursday at something like 11,400 feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;The was a buck just laying under the trees at about 85 miles, just along the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbXqGph9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Tb0WLqPnO34/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbXqGph9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Tb0WLqPnO34/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120148090062802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were off interstate roads for the first 12 miles, and traveled along the Colorado River on the Colorado River Trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbXqGph-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/7X3JLB6RuTg/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbXqGph-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/7X3JLB6RuTg/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120148090062818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the bike path, was a nice little recreation area and this blue peron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbX6Gph_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/g8Fcm9g9tyE/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbX6Gph_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/g8Fcm9g9tyE/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120152385030130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Colorado River my friends.  It was flowing quite fast….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbX6GpiAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DBH3uKk5zg8/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbX6GpiAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DBH3uKk5zg8/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120152385030146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how it works.&lt;br /&gt;Tom gets a flat.&lt;br /&gt;Les and Virginia stop to help.&lt;br /&gt;I come along, Les and Virginia “pass the baton”, and I help Tom get the wheel on.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we stop to help, but try to get away form the flatsters as SOON as possible…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbX6GpiBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RxlNHvaWUQQ/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbX6GpiBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RxlNHvaWUQQ/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120152385030162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I believe is the Grand Mesa.&lt;br /&gt;A mesa is the rock remaining after water washes away the softer earth, ie, like the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwaGpiCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VQZe93W9i1U/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwaGpiCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VQZe93W9i1U/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078121672803452962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colorado scenery becomes more grand as we head eastward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwaGpiDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_5nvvRprfu0/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwaGpiDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_5nvvRprfu0/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078121672803452978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting pine tree in this fiend by the road.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a Christmas Tree, and I know you can’t see the detail, but it was actually a Patriot Tree – decorated with flags and red, white, and blue.&lt;br /&gt;A salute to our fine troops I gather.  &lt;br /&gt;And, I will pause to salute them also.  I know I am very fortunate to live in a country where we can do things like this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwqGpiEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/az7SKJ05E8s/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwqGpiEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/az7SKJ05E8s/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078121677098420290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little canyon on the way to Montrose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwqGpiFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qcQIjSRV-2Y/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwqGpiFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qcQIjSRV-2Y/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078121677098420306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 85 miles, I noticed this buck resting just off the road in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get a couple pictures of him without scaring him.&lt;br /&gt;Silly freak isn’t afraid of the wolf??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwqGpiGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AUZdVrE5p8c/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkcwqGpiGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AUZdVrE5p8c/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078121677098420322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montrose, CO seemed like a nice little town.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-5405250827163617193?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/5405250827163617193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=5405250827163617193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5405250827163617193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/5405250827163617193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-17-grand-junction-co-to-montrose-co.html' title='Day 17: Grand Junction, CO to Montrose, CO'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkbXqGph9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Tb0WLqPnO34/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-6518622679828584604</id><published>2007-06-20T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 15: Price, UT to Green River, UT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYUqGphzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SVrm1MDFX2o/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYUqGphzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SVrm1MDFX2o/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078116798015571762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15: 17 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price (5547 ft.) to Green River, UT (4080 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;67 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Continued Utah beauty on a relatively easy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Probably 100 again today, with slightly less wind and a downhill course for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;The first 20 miles were on super smooth pavement and in a cool, windless stretch – pure enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;As the day progressed, the road, temperatures, and wind got a little worse…,.&lt;br /&gt;We travelled up and over a few rises, and seemed to pass from greenery back into harsh desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Still very good.  Though, I feel like I’s like to sleep in….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to report from the road today, but 17 of us were “picked” for a quick jaunt to Arches National Park.  Breathtaking my friends – I will write that up separately!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYu6Gph0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/wC8BR2xFRRk/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYu6Gph0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/wC8BR2xFRRk/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078117248987137858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Price, we were greeted with cool, calm weather, and also a smooth fast road.&lt;br /&gt; That’s Tom from CA on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYu6Gph1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Y96gG55EdKQ/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYu6Gph1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Y96gG55EdKQ/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078117248987137874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the day brought us some vegetation, and rugged mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYu6Gph2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/LFPL-7C2sIU/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYu6Gph2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/LFPL-7C2sIU/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078117248987137890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we headed east, we had our only SAG along the road near this rock/dirt thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYUqGphzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SVrm1MDFX2o/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYUqGphzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SVrm1MDFX2o/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078116798015571762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You MUST stay hydrated in the desert my friends – drink before you are thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYvKGph3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/wZOyJcqoTSc/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYvKGph3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/wZOyJcqoTSc/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078117253282105202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Utah I guess – nice place.&lt;br /&gt;I see myself returning to Utah……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYvKGph4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/piVQ3NER8B4/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYvKGph4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/piVQ3NER8B4/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078117253282105218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane and Gene trying to figure out why me, Rocket, Brian, and Jane climbed this little hill.&lt;br /&gt;I did it because they did it.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why they did it………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkZyKGph5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/qo_29IV172w/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkZyKGph5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/qo_29IV172w/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078118404333340562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to see many canyon type formations as we closed in on Green River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkZyaGph6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uopELsr1YiA/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkZyaGph6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uopELsr1YiA/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078118408628307874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene, Jane, Mike, Virginia (behind Les),and Les enjoying a lunch at Ben’s Café in Green River, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkZyaGph7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/XyIw294FuxQ/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkZyaGph7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/XyIw294FuxQ/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078118408628307890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rocket had his 2nd flat of the day.  I had one at 55 miles.&lt;br /&gt;Angie and Brian and being quite helpful.  Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkZyaGph8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/cBSaA-Kmb2U/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkZyaGph8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/cBSaA-Kmb2U/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078118408628307906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Green River.&lt;br /&gt;Was actually brown in color.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever……….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-6518622679828584604?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://public.box.net//greg98266' title='Day 15: Price, UT to Green River, UT'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/6518622679828584604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=6518622679828584604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/6518622679828584604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/6518622679828584604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-15-price-ut-to-green-river-ut.html' title='Day 15: Price, UT to Green River, UT'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnkYUqGphzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SVrm1MDFX2o/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-8382678411159734632</id><published>2007-06-19T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 15a: Arches National Park Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfBo6GphpI/AAAAAAAAASs/Nv7jFkQD-0c/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfBo6GphpI/AAAAAAAAASs/Nv7jFkQD-0c/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077740013419595410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15: 17 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arches National Park Visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;17 of us were randomly chosen to visit Arches National Park for a couple hours this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It is spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;Utah is very beautiful my friends – go there sometime……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCFKGphqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VQjzmE6YlUM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCFKGphqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VQjzmE6YlUM/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077740498750899874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an area called Park Avenue – probably for the tall, thin, rock formations.&lt;br /&gt; Like skyscrapers you silly freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCFaGphrI/AAAAAAAAAS8/b31_L56pYRs/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCFaGphrI/AAAAAAAAAS8/b31_L56pYRs/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077740503045867186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Park Avenue also. &lt;br /&gt;There is LOTS of fallen rock on the bottom of these walls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCFqGphsI/AAAAAAAAATE/mp6Jip_kwNY/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCFqGphsI/AAAAAAAAATE/mp6Jip_kwNY/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077740507340834498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called Balanced Rock.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping I do not need to explain this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCF6GphtI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZadIa6nLOzg/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCF6GphtI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZadIa6nLOzg/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077740511635801810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Delicate Arch – probably the most famous and photographed arch in the park.&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have time to hike to it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some other time…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCGKGphuI/AAAAAAAAATU/Lf4M0YHDorg/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfCGKGphuI/AAAAAAAAATU/Lf4M0YHDorg/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077740515930769122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an area called Devil’s Garden, this was one formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfC_qGphvI/AAAAAAAAATc/J3QZiLMeJik/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfC_qGphvI/AAAAAAAAATc/J3QZiLMeJik/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077741503773247218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfC_6GphwI/AAAAAAAAATk/MjlizhoHbcI/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfC_6GphwI/AAAAAAAAATk/MjlizhoHbcI/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077741508068214530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also Devil’s Garden –lots of vegetation too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfBo6GphpI/AAAAAAAAASs/Nv7jFkQD-0c/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfBo6GphpI/AAAAAAAAASs/Nv7jFkQD-0c/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077740013419595410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This arch is called Pine Tree Arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfC_6GphxI/AAAAAAAAATs/wpjaXjftdEY/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfC_6GphxI/AAAAAAAAATs/wpjaXjftdEY/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077741508068214546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from the other side of Pine Tree arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfDAKGphyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rChTkgQpo00/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfDAKGphyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rChTkgQpo00/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077741512363181858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look up at Pine Tree Arch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go here sometime friends – just do it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-8382678411159734632?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/8382678411159734632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=8382678411159734632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/8382678411159734632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/8382678411159734632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-15-arches-national-park-visit.html' title='Day 15a: Arches National Park Visit'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnfBo6GphpI/AAAAAAAAASs/Nv7jFkQD-0c/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-3315120267524712314</id><published>2007-06-19T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 14: Provo, UT to Price, UT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne8rKGphfI/AAAAAAAAARc/xQSAnl1ITRY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne8rKGphfI/AAAAAAAAARc/xQSAnl1ITRY/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077734554516162034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: 16 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provo, UT (4571 ft) to Price, UT (5547 ft.).  &lt;br /&gt;75 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Scenic, rough road ride with great scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know what day it is, or the actual temperature, but it was probably 100 at times today.  At times we encountered some VERY strong head winds, and less frequently, tail winds.&lt;br /&gt;We travelled most of the day along Route 6 and climbed to Soldier Summit and through Price Canyon.  Beautiful scenery in Utah!!  &lt;br /&gt;The road surface today was scary – rubble strips, loose gravel/asphalt, very thin.  Scary………………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I continue to feel well – thank God!  All is good.  I am ready for those Rocky Mountains!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Prairie Dogs at our only SAG Stop today – I was laying on the ground trying to take their pictures, and they just ran right up to my face.  Must have been my good looks??&lt;br /&gt;These areas, including Price, have lots to do with the dinosaur finds in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BaGphgI/AAAAAAAAARk/K8kIGfgNWnk/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BaGphgI/AAAAAAAAARk/K8kIGfgNWnk/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077734936768251394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after leaving Provo, we headed into a mountain pass, climbing into a fierce headwind.  &lt;br /&gt;Utah is impressive.&lt;br /&gt;We stumbled upon this ranch with horses and mountains!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BaGphhI/AAAAAAAAARs/nV89OY4Uu_c/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BaGphhI/AAAAAAAAARs/nV89OY4Uu_c/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077734936768251410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our only Sag today, there were a dozen of these guys just buzzing around like they had lots of coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BaGphiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iZW0c_UTTDc/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BaGphiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iZW0c_UTTDc/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077734936768251426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the SAG, Robert was greeted by some fans from France and Canada.&lt;br /&gt;They fed him, he held the children, and then returned to his mission – to bicycle across America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BqGphjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/J_u1Z5fiKoA/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BqGphjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/J_u1Z5fiKoA/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077734941063218738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled along Route 6 most of the day today.&lt;br /&gt;There was beautiful mountains and green scenery everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BqGphkI/AAAAAAAAASE/tjsDkm_1zXo/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne9BqGphkI/AAAAAAAAASE/tjsDkm_1zXo/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077734941063218754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as the scenery was, today’s road surface was probably our worst.&lt;br /&gt;White line, four inches of asphalt, violent rubble strips, (maybe) four inches of asphalt, then loose gravel sometimes falling off the mountain.    &lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to be very careful of the road today, and had to ride slow and cautiously.  Everyone did thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;Those rubble strips are brutal – if you fall into them, you are reminded of how many testicles and ass cheats you have  L .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne8rKGphfI/AAAAAAAAARc/xQSAnl1ITRY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne8rKGphfI/AAAAAAAAARc/xQSAnl1ITRY/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077734554516162034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed over 3000 feet today, to the top of Soldier Summit.&lt;br /&gt;I feel well – bring those goofy Rocky Mountains on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne-AaGphlI/AAAAAAAAASM/CD3V6MnGnJU/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne-AaGphlI/AAAAAAAAASM/CD3V6MnGnJU/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077736019100010066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the summit, we had all descend for the rest of the day, but more often then not, such a head wind we had to pedal!  NOT what the High Fat Diet Society recommends! &lt;br /&gt;From the summit we descended into Price Canyon – spectacular natural area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne-AaGphmI/AAAAAAAAASU/nPrW9uQejx4/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne-AaGphmI/AAAAAAAAASU/nPrW9uQejx4/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077736019100010082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road through Price Canyon included some great rock formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne-BKGphnI/AAAAAAAAASc/UOcawej0LEI/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne-BKGphnI/AAAAAAAAASc/UOcawej0LEI/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077736031984911986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another view of the rock formation above.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne-BKGphoI/AAAAAAAAASk/JVb160i4SJU/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne-BKGphoI/AAAAAAAAASk/JVb160i4SJU/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077736031984912002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butch Cassidy, like myself, has passed this way before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-3315120267524712314?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/3315120267524712314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=3315120267524712314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3315120267524712314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3315120267524712314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-14-provo-ut-to-price-ut.html' title='Day 14: Provo, UT to Price, UT'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rne8rKGphfI/AAAAAAAAARc/xQSAnl1ITRY/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-337264592432738861</id><published>2007-06-18T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 13: Salt Lake City, UT to Provo, UT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZL6GphVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IRVU4eFrA28/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZL6GphVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IRVU4eFrA28/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077414059761567058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: 15 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake City (4390 ft) to Provo, UT (4571 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;65 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt; Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Easy ride on day 1 of leg 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;A bit warmer again today – up to about 99.  Slight winds – not too tough of a day, other than road construction and route directions which nobody followed!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I am well, and ready for the Rockies!  Yesterday we had a rest day and I did rest – cleaned the bike, did laundry, read a bit…,.  &lt;br /&gt;We have lost one rider for a few days – bad Achilles Tendon, and today we had a rider fall off her bike trying to go into a store parking lot, and another rider who had to go off the road to avoid another cyclist.  Both are OK and will be riding again.  The woman who fell in the parking lot broke her helmet in 4 places -  WEAR YOUR HELMETS KIDS!!  And I don’t just mean on a bike – 24x7……. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;BYU – beautiful campus with towering mountains in the background.&lt;br /&gt;It is also nice to see grass again – even though it makes me sneeze……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZgqGphWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lBHKBfKe_ck/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZgqGphWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lBHKBfKe_ck/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077414416243852642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Salt Lake City, we snaked through this beautiful industrial park with a lovely golf course.&lt;br /&gt; While, of course, I am retired and could give a sh&amp;% about industrial parks, thinking of you poor people, I thought of you and thought “this would be a nice place for my friends who are not retired to work……”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZgqGphXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/toZJkmpybvM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZgqGphXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/toZJkmpybvM/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077414416243852658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing through SLC, we rode past this former Olympic Stadium – this was the speed skating center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZg6GphYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/cWPelPW6sOA/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZg6GphYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/cWPelPW6sOA/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077414420538819970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school in SLC.&lt;br /&gt; Kids riding their bikes to school, with awesome mountains in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZg6GphZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/iW96Ql47Kws/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZg6GphZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/iW96Ql47Kws/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077414420538819986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding along Rt. 73 East, I believe, we rode past Fort Williams National Guard Barracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZg6GphaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fNtNlUcRoQ8/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZg6GphaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fNtNlUcRoQ8/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077414420538820002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Rt. 73, we had a view of Lake Utah on the left (you can’t see it in this photo, so, just pretend).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZL6GphVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IRVU4eFrA28/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZL6GphVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IRVU4eFrA28/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077414059761567058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains in Utah have been spectacular.&lt;br /&gt; Everyone’s backyard has a view like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnaak6GphbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_KmskYq2zT4/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnaak6GphbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_KmskYq2zT4/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077415588769924530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly they knew I was riding through town, and the locals put the big “G” up for me.&lt;br /&gt;Great people – I would kiss them all if I had time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnaak6GphcI/AAAAAAAAARE/y8i-aTyX0IA/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rnaak6GphcI/AAAAAAAAARE/y8i-aTyX0IA/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077415588769924546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neighborhood near SLC – nice homes, great views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaalKGphdI/AAAAAAAAARM/s0vtV7u2mQY/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaalKGphdI/AAAAAAAAARM/s0vtV7u2mQY/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077415593064891858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road closing in on Brigham Young University – the mountains are very rugged and always in your peripheral vision (that is my big word for the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaalKGpheI/AAAAAAAAARU/6F7nrFFsAeg/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaalKGpheI/AAAAAAAAARU/6F7nrFFsAeg/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077415593064891874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BYU Campus.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-337264592432738861?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/337264592432738861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=337264592432738861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/337264592432738861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/337264592432738861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-13-salt-lake-city-ut-to-provo-ut.html' title='Day 13: Salt Lake City, UT to Provo, UT'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnaZL6GphVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IRVU4eFrA28/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-4407680429438924794</id><published>2007-06-15T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 11: Wendover, NV to Salt Lake City, UT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnISk6GphLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZSbx8C-nUls/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnISk6GphLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZSbx8C-nUls/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076140155281704114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: 13 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendover, NV  (4550 ft) to Salt Lake City, UT (4390 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;117 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Long, hot, ride into headwinds with NO FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;A bit warmer today, maybe 90 degrees, but a relentless headwind!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;I struggled a bit today.  We had a lousy breakfast for a day with these many miles, and there is simply no place to buy food in the desert!  I and many others felt these effects.  One rider had to be carried in (he was vomiting, and another had to be carried off his bike when he finished – scary!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;We were all looking forward to Utah after the Nevada Desert, but, the flat, harshness of western Utah and the salt flats almost made Nevada seem fond.  Almost….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITN6GphMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ecn0qiDKmyk/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITN6GphMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ecn0qiDKmyk/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076140859656340674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More beautiful desert mountains in Nevada.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen some long trains in our travels.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This one was moving across the Utah salt flats just like we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITOKGphNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0_TOtou9vLk/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITOKGphNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0_TOtou9vLk/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076140863951307986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAG I was just off I-80.  One of the two SAG vehicles was out of commission for a bit today, so, it was a table and Gerard!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This ground was hard as concrete.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tough place.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days, I have seen US historic signs for the Pony Express as well as the US Westward Migration – both of these people movements happened through these harsh lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITOKGphOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bfy0hch2kjA/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITOKGphOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bfy0hch2kjA/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076140863951308002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Herb, 75 years old, for a moment after SAG I.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He was disgusted that he was riding as slow as me and dusted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITOKGphPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FAq8rfwCTM4/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITOKGphPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FAq8rfwCTM4/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076140863951308018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bird couldn’t believe we were riding our bikes across country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITOaGphQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Z5NIpt7_-vE/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnITOaGphQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Z5NIpt7_-vE/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076140868246275330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah mountains and desert.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnISk6GphLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZSbx8C-nUls/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnISk6GphLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZSbx8C-nUls/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076140155281704114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we hit the Utah line, there has been some water here and there, and/or, the salt it leaves behind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Riding along I-80, there was a dock into a water body, so, I had a seat and some snacks/drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnIUWaGphRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/d1dIZop89BM/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnIUWaGphRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/d1dIZop89BM/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076142105196856594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture from the dock.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is not a lake or a river, just water in the middle of this desert.  I don’t know where it comes from – I suspect underground springs, but, what the hell do I know…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnIUWaGphSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lFlZn1xNYV0/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnIUWaGphSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lFlZn1xNYV0/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076142105196856610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike Boy sitting on the dock.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It even smelled like the ocean, and there were gulls!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnIUWaGphTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dbCHmKZk28Y/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnIUWaGphTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dbCHmKZk28Y/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076142105196856626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view from the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnIUWqGphUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nBlyriksDX8/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnIUWqGphUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nBlyriksDX8/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076142109491823938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, that freaky, silly, Great Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is big – can’t even see the other side.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was a long day, but, Gary and I were just about home at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-4407680429438924794?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/4407680429438924794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=4407680429438924794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4407680429438924794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4407680429438924794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-11-wendover-nv-to-salt-lake-city-ut.html' title='Day 11: Wendover, NV to Salt Lake City, UT'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnISk6GphLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZSbx8C-nUls/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-1829481204794781831</id><published>2007-06-14T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 10: Elko, NV to Wendover, NV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQSqGphBI/AAAAAAAAANs/7hCP-YTLi1w/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQSqGphBI/AAAAAAAAANs/7hCP-YTLi1w/s320/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076067273981658130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: 12 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elko, NV (5060 ft) to Wendover, NV  (4550 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;108 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Head east hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Another perfect riding day – a little warmer, upper 80s, and sunny with moderate breezes all day.  A moderate 3 mile climb today at mile 70  Then, a nice downhill and fast finish into Wendover.  Wendover is a town that is in both Nevada and Utah, and is very busy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Still very good.  The rocket and I had two flats each today, so, we lost some time.  But we rode the last 10 quite fast, and got in in good condition!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQl6GphCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ctJSoffNYX4/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQl6GphCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ctJSoffNYX4/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076067604694139938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More beautiful desert mountains in Nevada.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQl6GphDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/afqPWOBnAmg/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQl6GphDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/afqPWOBnAmg/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076067604694139954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day as we are heading east, we see a bit more vegetation, including a few tress that somehow snuck through the state line border patrol and grew in Nevada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQmKGphEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/k8RyuAb0AW0/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQmKGphEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/k8RyuAb0AW0/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076067608989107266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little information for you all – any US Interstate highway cannot have a grade &gt; 7 %.  Out here in Nevada, we have ridden a few stretches on long climbs…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQmKGphFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gAzt5uRVsDU/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQmKGphFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gAzt5uRVsDU/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076067608989107282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s ride took us to about 7000 feet, and it was pretty and rugged up here.  Just like us CCC Riders – pretty, and rugged!  HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQmKGphGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6TNVJPm4cz4/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQmKGphGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6TNVJPm4cz4/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076067608989107298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little black things are cows.  Yes, cows at about 6800 feet.  Freaks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHRXaGphHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/32XAec_xZ0E/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHRXaGphHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/32XAec_xZ0E/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076068455097664626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the benefit of climbing is you get to descend – we had a nice 20 mile descend today!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQSqGphBI/AAAAAAAAANs/7hCP-YTLi1w/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQSqGphBI/AAAAAAAAANs/7hCP-YTLi1w/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076067273981658130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sag Stop @ today was at Ernie’s.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ernie attempted this ride 17 years ago without Gatorade, sunscreen, butt cream, and chain lube.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ernie is no longer with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHRXaGphII/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fb5z1vG1tgw/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHRXaGphII/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fb5z1vG1tgw/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076068455097664642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few riders stopping their cadence for a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHRXqGphJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1-7vyouKQr4/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHRXqGphJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1-7vyouKQr4/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076068459392631954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dave and Andrew from the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHRXqGphKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XUrh7Xh4CIk/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHRXqGphKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XUrh7Xh4CIk/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076068459392631970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long, descending road to Wendover.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was much warmer in Wendover than on the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-1829481204794781831?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/1829481204794781831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=1829481204794781831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1829481204794781831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/1829481204794781831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-10-elko-nv-to-wendover-nv.html' title='Day 10: Elko, NV to Wendover, NV'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RnHQSqGphBI/AAAAAAAAANs/7hCP-YTLi1w/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-3343256712352298068</id><published>2007-06-12T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:38:19.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Battle Mountain, NV to Elko, NV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8lvqGpg2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/67f7AzISNa0/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8lvqGpg2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/67f7AzISNa0/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075316805756093282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: 11 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Mountain, NV (4507 ft) to Elko, NV (5060 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;72 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog which my friend Mardo is keeping up for me (thanks Mardo!).  I mean, why slam me and keep it just between us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Specific Videos:&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 – Robert, Greg, and Me on the American River Trail&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – Greg Riding in the Sierras&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – Snow in Truckee, CA&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 – Greg Riding on Bike Path Near Squaw Valley, CA&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 – Riding a Bike on I-80 East&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Continue west.  Prepare for Salt Lake City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Another perfect riding day – borderline second layer in the AM, and sunny with moderate breezes all day.  A moderate climb today from milers 25 to 40.  Then, a nice downhill and flat ride into Elko.  Elko is a bust city compared to the last few in Nevada…,.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Good, and confident.  I did get my 3rd flat today, and decided I had it with the piece of sh&amp;# Specialized Armadillo Tire, so, I changed my rear tire out.  Yeah – those are really great tires!  Not.  Actually, I caught a nasty cut in that tire 10 miles into this trip on Day 1, and, I think that tire is shot.  My rear wheel has also been out of true a few times in that last few days – nothing like adding some “resistance” to a 3840 mile bike ride!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your encouragement and e-mails – I appreciate them and they help me keep peddling….&lt;br /&gt;Now, Tuesday and Wednesday are very aggressive mileage days, and we lose an hour entering Utah, so, please don’t worry if I don’t e-mail you for a couple days – I will catch up….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJKGpg3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/-dyxjAPxnAY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJKGpg3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/-dyxjAPxnAY/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075317243842757490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some “free range” cattle in this picture, along a rare stream in the desert.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8lvqGpg2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/67f7AzISNa0/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8lvqGpg2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/67f7AzISNa0/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075316805756093282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and Arlene at Mile 22.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The grey van in the background was staffed by Tom – it is one of the 2 SAG Wagons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJKGpg4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/aSJ1oRRXDcU/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJKGpg4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/aSJ1oRRXDcU/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075317243842757506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day the desert gets a little greener.  This grass, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJaGpg5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TnTpcmbs6_Y/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJaGpg5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TnTpcmbs6_Y/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075317248137724818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling hills of desert vegetation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pretty in it’s own way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Looks like another planet……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJaGpg6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/kBgedA_uGX4/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJaGpg6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/kBgedA_uGX4/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075317248137724834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all our days in Nevada, we have done some climbing, but also seem to be riding between many small, but steep mountain ranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJqGpg7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/4PvEf6kli5w/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8mJqGpg7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/4PvEf6kli5w/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075317252432692146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mile 49, we entered the town of Carlin.  The last few towns we went through all put their initial in the hills. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You’ll see some trees in this picture – first trees we have seen for days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n16Gpg8I/AAAAAAAAANE/ScfLPoSGeeM/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n16Gpg8I/AAAAAAAAANE/ScfLPoSGeeM/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075319112153531330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Carlin Canyon.  This was a 6 mile road which ran near the I-80 Interstate but had no auto traffic and ran along t his river which carved this canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n2KGpg9I/AAAAAAAAANM/44TdZv5VZoo/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n2KGpg9I/AAAAAAAAANM/44TdZv5VZoo/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075319116448498642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just rode up this road through the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n2KGpg-I/AAAAAAAAANU/AUexBMCWBZE/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n2KGpg-I/AAAAAAAAANU/AUexBMCWBZE/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075319116448498658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further up the road in Carlin Casnyon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n2KGpg_I/AAAAAAAAANc/pAyUkpce5A8/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n2KGpg_I/AAAAAAAAANc/pAyUkpce5A8/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075319116448498674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cattle grate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since Nevada has a lot of “free range” cattle/livestock, they also have hundreds of miles of barbwire fences that lead to the road.  In the road, there are these steel gates called “cattle grates” – these things are put in the roads to prevent the cattle from crossing the road – apparently, their little hooves slip in and they freak-out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why did the cattle cross the road?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because there was no cattle grate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n2aGphAI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZpOXJt5VJio/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8n2aGphAI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZpOXJt5VJio/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075319120743465986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Carlin Canyon and continuing on I-80, there is still some spectacular scenery.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-3343256712352298068?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/3343256712352298068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=3343256712352298068' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3343256712352298068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/3343256712352298068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-9-battle-mountain-nv-to-elko-nv.html' title='Day 9: Battle Mountain, NV to Elko, NV'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm8lvqGpg2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/67f7AzISNa0/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-4621849084605495872</id><published>2007-06-12T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:52:52.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 8: Winnemucca, NV to Battle Mountain, NV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pRKGpgpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/She3vuPpIDs/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pRKGpgpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/She3vuPpIDs/s320/image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075179942328238738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: 10 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnemucca, NV (4280 ft) to Battle Mountain, NV (4507 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;56 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friends – feel free to encourage or make fun of me on this blog which my friend Mardo is keeping up for me (thanks Mardo!).  I mean, why slam me and keep it just between us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos on the WWW&lt;br /&gt;http://public.box.net//greg98266&lt;br /&gt;Friends – access this link to view some videos I am making with my digital camera.  Not advised while riding, but, at least I have a helmet on…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Specific Videos:&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 – Robert, Greg, and Me on the American River Trail&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – Greg Riding in the Sierras&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – Snow in Truckee, CA&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 – Greg Riding on Bike Path Near Squaw Valley, CA&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 – Riding a Bike on I-80 East&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Go easy – rest for the next three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;The weather gods have smiled upon us these few days in the Nevada Desert.  Generally, it is over 100 degrees here and incredible sun.  Today we had temps in the 70s and overcast – I even felt about 37 to 41 raindrops.  Most of today was also on I-80, with a moderate climb.  I was only on the road for about 4.5 hours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Good to better.  Today’s ride was not demanding, and I also took a 3 hour nap!  No alcohol today – but, no stretching either……….,.  I am feeling well, and am ready for our next 3 days which will see increased mileage before our first rest day in Salt Lake City, UT on Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Again, I failed to take a picture of this, but there was a very strange occurrence today.  As we all passed the 10 mile mark or so of the ride today along I-80, there was an old rabbit sitting at the end of the concrete near the road.  It didn’t move as 40 bikers rode by.  Cracka – it reminded me of that old moose that night we were snowmobiling in Pittsburg!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many of you have inquired about Arlene, the senior woman I photographed a couple days ago.  I will tell you more about her and all the riders soon – I hope to profile each of them starting soon.  Anyway, Arlene has rode every mile so far.  She is quite good.  She has a very heavy Trek hybrid bicycle, and when she was training at home in Alabama, she would fill a backpack with POUNDS of water and go ride.  She is quite amazing.  Well, today Gerard, our ABB Mechanic, set her up on a spare woman’s road bike he had and she road that today.  There will be no stopping this woman now – she is very fast, and has incredible endurance, and even more character!  She is an awesome woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6px6GpgqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/l3vp7YqHB0A/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6px6GpgqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/l3vp7YqHB0A/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075180504968954530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night’s dinner was Mexican.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes I had tow margaritas if you must know!.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pyKGpgrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WQjGhHyRV6M/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pyKGpgrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WQjGhHyRV6M/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075180509263921842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gene – more on him later.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of my friend Marty Bates.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, except Gene is athletic and nice to people...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pyKGpgsI/AAAAAAAAALE/oaM54o-kz4E/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pyKGpgsI/AAAAAAAAALE/oaM54o-kz4E/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075180509263921858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning insanity – eat, throw all kinds of creams all over your body, and get the luggage on the trucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pyKGpgtI/AAAAAAAAALM/rmTlScZlwkE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pyKGpgtI/AAAAAAAAALM/rmTlScZlwkE/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075180509263921874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on I-80.  It seemed the landscape had a bit more vegetation.  And, in it’s own way, the desert is very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Through the last few days, we have ridden between several of these little mountain ranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pyaGpguI/AAAAAAAAALU/5u7x7kl8R8k/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pyaGpguI/AAAAAAAAALU/5u7x7kl8R8k/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075180513558889186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even have snow – the white stuff you see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6sh6GpgvI/AAAAAAAAALc/qAytZIQq_pY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6sh6GpgvI/AAAAAAAAALc/qAytZIQq_pY/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075183528625930994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary and I have rode a few miles together.  We stopped here and Andy gave us some water and Gatorade.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hi Gator – are you reading my e-mails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6siKGpgwI/AAAAAAAAALk/PJ_oo-2iUtg/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6siKGpgwI/AAAAAAAAALk/PJ_oo-2iUtg/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075183532920898306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6siKGpgxI/AAAAAAAAALs/SEMO3gFGCMM/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6siKGpgxI/AAAAAAAAALs/SEMO3gFGCMM/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075183532920898322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what this was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rumor was some sort of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6siaGpgyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uyNMkulvwwo/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6siaGpgyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uyNMkulvwwo/s400/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075183537215865634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 Dinner @ The Owl Club in Battle Mountain, NV.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Food was OK actually.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6siaGpgzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HvdGEhg-Mdk/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6siaGpgzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HvdGEhg-Mdk/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075183537215865650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Mountain, NV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6tmaGpg0I/AAAAAAAAAME/_VMDnV8qcMc/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6tmaGpg0I/AAAAAAAAAME/_VMDnV8qcMc/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075184705446970178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low, dark clouds in the evening hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6tmaGpg1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/RSq-LP-OPUs/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6tmaGpg1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/RSq-LP-OPUs/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075184705446970194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset in Battle Mountain, NV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pRKGpgpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/She3vuPpIDs/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pRKGpgpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/She3vuPpIDs/s400/image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075179942328238738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusk in Battle Mountain, NV.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986393435482125630-4621849084605495872?l=bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/feeds/4621849084605495872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986393435482125630&amp;postID=4621849084605495872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4621849084605495872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986393435482125630/posts/default/4621849084605495872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-8-winnemucca-nv-to-battle-mountain.html' title='Day 8: Winnemucca, NV to Battle Mountain, NV'/><author><name>Greg Glovach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06865570409292705942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmbsL6GpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T3qVehqzHew/s400/image014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/Rm6pRKGpgpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/She3vuPpIDs/s72-c/image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986393435482125630.post-5737060571719594691</id><published>2007-06-10T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:52:52.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Glovach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bicycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike boy'/><title type='text'>Day 7: Lovelock, NV to Winnemucca, NV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuHq6GpgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7MlrAKkjsZM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuHq6GpgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7MlrAKkjsZM/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074298576384393762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: 09 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelock, NV (3900 ft.) to Winnemucca, NV (4280 ft).  &lt;br /&gt;72 Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;http://bikeboyglovach.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Get the hell out of Lovelock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather/Terrain:&lt;br /&gt;Slightly cool to start, but, just shorts and a bike shirt today.  It only got into the low 80s today – cool for this time of year in the desert.  Generally, a very pleasant day to ride.  Wind was slight, and seemed like it was behind us, from the side, and in our face – sometimes all at the same moment…….,.  This was not too tough a ride – we are just heading east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Good.  I’d probably say great if I could stay out of the bars!  I am not 100% sure, but I invented a little step called the “ABB Shuffle” last night at the “Whisky Bar” in Lovelock, NV.  It was caught digitally…….,.  Anyway, the ABB Group Leader had a shirt on today about this ride that said “I spent 52 days behind handlebars”.  Michelle, the other ABB Group Leader said she was going to make shirts for Mike “Rocket” and me saying “I spent 52 days in bars”!  The Rocket and I are stilling rolling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Events:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much again.  Got flat # 2 of the trip today.  These Armadillo tires are really great.  Not.&lt;br /&gt;Winnemucca looks like heaven compared to Lovelock.  There’s a Wal-Mart here – hey!  Winnemucca is famous because it is where Billy the Kid robbed his first bank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuIaqGpgjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6c6U59er9KA/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuIaqGpgjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6c6U59er9KA/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074299396723147314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed to want to enjoy the day – ride easy, talk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuHq6GpgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7MlrAKkjsZM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuHq6GpgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7MlrAKkjsZM/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074298576384393762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday we saw miles of fences with noting in them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today, we see the “Free Range” Steers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kooky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these guys were just hanging, doing whatever free range cows do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuIa6GpgkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SYj-DTluXDM/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuIa6GpgkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SYj-DTluXDM/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074299401018114626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip was pretty flat today, but there were mountain ranges in all directions.  We rode kind of northeast, around these mountains.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are more mountains in our future though….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuIa6GpglI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZRn5Nl5UXeQ/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuIa6GpglI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZRn5Nl5UXeQ/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074299401018114642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a little time on I-80 again.  There are more of those mountains and also a little bit of water in an otherwise relatively desolate landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuIa6GpgmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M3cusCyM_pE/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcnKlkevCso/RmuIa6GpgmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M3cusCyM_pE/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074299401018114658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second SAG Area was in this rest area on I-80.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lots of trucks.  Ate actual food today for lun
