Flew into Garden City, KS on Tuesday.
I went through 8 tires patches yesterday, Wednesday, all but one as dusk approached. Two seemed to be the result of a old rim liner that I "fixed" with duct tape, and the rest from nasty prickly things - "goat heads" they're called - in what passes for grass. I rode about 80 miles, back to The Spot where I had ended the second leg of this journey. I intended on riding west from Garden City if I had no luck hitching a ride to The Spot, but after a half assed attempt to catch a ride, I hopped on my bike and cycled there. I would have preferred a ride, but I'm glad I started from where I had stopped. I'm in good spirits, but worried about running out of patches.
I went through 8 tires patches yesterday, Wednesday, all but one as dusk approached. Two seemed to be the result of a old rim liner that I "fixed" with duct tape, and the rest from nasty prickly things - "goat heads" they're called - in what passes for grass. I rode about 80 miles, back to The Spot where I had ended the second leg of this journey. I intended on riding west from Garden City if I had no luck hitching a ride to The Spot, but after a half assed attempt to catch a ride, I hopped on my bike and cycled there. I would have preferred a ride, but I'm glad I started from where I had stopped. I'm in good spirits, but worried about running out of patches.
Met some good people yesterday. Kathryn and Fred, proprietors of the B&B in Garden City; Joe & his wife, owners of the pizza shop in Dighton, and Pastor Howard, who invited me to "camp" in his church, where I took a shower in a sink. I'm trying to experience this leg of my trip like most other TransAmers...sans hotels (at least some nights).
Today I'm feeling particularly grateful for good friends, new and old! Also: for a well functioning tire pump, a contrast to the last leg of my journey.
Sent from my phone. Please pardon the tpyos.
Sent from my phone. Please pardon the tpyos.