Brian gave us and our bikes a ride back to Devils Lake this morning and dropped us off at Cedars Inn Restaurant. As we are going inside a truck driver stops to talk to us, he looks like he slept in his truck last night. He’s having breakfast, they just cancelled work for this Sunday morning, he tells us.’I make $1000.00 every day I work. I own my own truck and last year after expenses I socked $180,000.00 away. I’m going to do this four more years. Try the Cedars Inn sausage, it’s really good.’ As we resume riding it threatens to rain and the wind has shifted to our favor, it’s at our backs. A few miles down the road we meet a bicyclist with a flat tire sitting beside his bike onthe ground fixing a flat. He says he can’t get his patch to work and ask if have a patch. Randy gives him a parch kitand explains in detail how to patch tires. This guy is a bicycle vagabond that resembles us. He has a 2 wheeled trailer instead of a single wheel trailer like ours, and his gear is protected from rain by a garbage bag instead of by the wet sacks that we use. He tells us he made it to a rest area just as the storm hit last night and slept in a handicapped booth until the attendant rousted him this morning. It began to rain a steady drizzle. At about 50 miles Randy discovers that he has his own flat, on the trailer wheel. This is our second trailer flat. We replace the tube, pump up the tube, and continue. It’s starting to rain harder. At a rest area we stop to eat a little food. We stay inside by the Pepsi vending machine where it’s warm to eat. Another 25 miles and it’s raining buckets of water on us as we make it to Grand Forks ND.
Greg