Final, final! Thanks to all of you for your support for the past few weeks. And special thanks to our spouses, Lee and Marsha, for endorsing this journey. Each of you have provided a network of inspiration and constant pressure for us to make blog entries. Now you have one more assignment, the Old Land Cruisers' blog final!
Here's your study guide:
Beginning date: April 12, 2010
Beginning location: Jekyll Island, Georgia.
Total days on the road: 41
Number of nights in a motel: 35
Longest mileage day: 137, Deming, Arizona to Wilcox
Shortest mileage day: 22 miles from Welton, Arizona to Yuma
Number of rest days: 6 1/2 (anything under 35 miles is considered a half day)
Total riding days: 34 1/2
Total miles traveled: 2,704
Average miles per riding day: 78
Most flats in one day: 10 by Mick
Countries represented by foreign cyclists we've met: Sweden and Czech Republic
Most days in a single state: 15 - Texas
Least days in a state: 1- Mississippi
Number of states we traveled through: 9
Worst roads: Louisiana
Best roads: Texas
Worst head winds: Texas
Steepest Hill: Cush Canyon Loop Road to get to Steve and Kathy White-Cohen's house
Longest Climb: 12 miles, Ocotillo, California Interstate 8 West
Ending date: May 22, 2010
Ending Location: San Diego, California
Weight Loss Program: Mixed results, but not recommended. You might prefer the "grapefruit diet" instead!
We are the Old Land Cruisers signing off for now and looking for new adventures. We're thinking surfing will be our next activity!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Day 41: Let Us Whine a Little
Total: 2704 miles
As you can see from the picture, we have arrived in San Diego, California. Please feel free to have a drink of your
choice to help us celebrate. Bill and I left Boulevard at 5:45 am. What could be better than letting gravity thrust you along at about 20 mph through some incredible scenery. We had a few headwinds that kept our speed under control and the brisk wind in our faces also kept us awake. After almost 20 miles we took our first break. Since the temperature was in the low 40s, Bill helped peel my fingers off of the handlebars. Donuts and coffee and more clothes helped to ease some of the embedded stiffness. It was now time to move on to our next breakfast. We arrived in San Diego in the early afternoon with 74 miles behind us at 12.8 mph.
As you can see from the second picture, Serotta and Cannondale have finally decided to call a truce with the Old Land Cruisers. I
think it's safe to say that neither of us have worn the other completely out! Bill and I have tried to minimize the amount of whining in the blog, but we have reserved some additional observations. These will be more obvious to cyclists who abuse their bodies on a regular basis. I won't bore you will the details of the abuses, I will simply try to provide an understanding of the symptoms. As we arrive at a motel we dismount the bikes. After five, six, or seven hours on the bike your legs are a little shaky, your hands are stiff and probably tingling, your feet may be hot, and you may have other ailments specific to your body mechanics. The problems usually surface as you check into the motel. Filling out your name, address, phone number may be challenging as your hands are still shaking and your mind adjusts to the flow of oxygen. Your signature has marks that are totally incomprehensible and if you print your name, it's not any better. A few other problems we have noticed. As you get in the shower the little EASY tear shampoo packets aren't so easy to tear open with numb wet fingers. Lotion packets are a similar problem. Dinner is always an adventure with dropping items, opening plastic utensils, and trying to sign your name when you charge it. We don't meet the ADA standards for the disabled, but we have borderline conditions yet to be diagnosed by the medical profession.
I will have the final blog entry submitted tomorrow. So if you have had nothing better to do than follow this drivel, this is fair warning. You may have to sign up for Facebook to waste the same amount of time.
We are the Old Land Cruisers and we are done cruisin for now.
Cyclist's Observation: Fingers work better before a ride than after a ride.
As you can see from the picture, we have arrived in San Diego, California. Please feel free to have a drink of your
choice to help us celebrate. Bill and I left Boulevard at 5:45 am. What could be better than letting gravity thrust you along at about 20 mph through some incredible scenery. We had a few headwinds that kept our speed under control and the brisk wind in our faces also kept us awake. After almost 20 miles we took our first break. Since the temperature was in the low 40s, Bill helped peel my fingers off of the handlebars. Donuts and coffee and more clothes helped to ease some of the embedded stiffness. It was now time to move on to our next breakfast. We arrived in San Diego in the early afternoon with 74 miles behind us at 12.8 mph.As you can see from the second picture, Serotta and Cannondale have finally decided to call a truce with the Old Land Cruisers. I
think it's safe to say that neither of us have worn the other completely out! Bill and I have tried to minimize the amount of whining in the blog, but we have reserved some additional observations. These will be more obvious to cyclists who abuse their bodies on a regular basis. I won't bore you will the details of the abuses, I will simply try to provide an understanding of the symptoms. As we arrive at a motel we dismount the bikes. After five, six, or seven hours on the bike your legs are a little shaky, your hands are stiff and probably tingling, your feet may be hot, and you may have other ailments specific to your body mechanics. The problems usually surface as you check into the motel. Filling out your name, address, phone number may be challenging as your hands are still shaking and your mind adjusts to the flow of oxygen. Your signature has marks that are totally incomprehensible and if you print your name, it's not any better. A few other problems we have noticed. As you get in the shower the little EASY tear shampoo packets aren't so easy to tear open with numb wet fingers. Lotion packets are a similar problem. Dinner is always an adventure with dropping items, opening plastic utensils, and trying to sign your name when you charge it. We don't meet the ADA standards for the disabled, but we have borderline conditions yet to be diagnosed by the medical profession. I will have the final blog entry submitted tomorrow. So if you have had nothing better to do than follow this drivel, this is fair warning. You may have to sign up for Facebook to waste the same amount of time.
We are the Old Land Cruisers and we are done cruisin for now.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Day 40: Rocky Mountain High
Total: 2561 miles
Refer to day thirty one for the other Top Ten reasons. The final two reasons have been selected and the winners are Eric with "Go East, young man, just doesn't have the same ring" and Laurie and Jerry with "It gives you three more hours of cycling fun." Congratulations to the winners!
Cyclist's Observation: A combo for a food order is easy, but a combo for cycling (climbing and wind) is hard.
Bill and I have applied all of our techniques for room selection. We ended up at the Lux Inn Mountain Resort in Boulevard, California. The "Lux" must stand for luxury based on the vintage cars being restored in front of the office. We have two TVs in our room and the smaller one actually works on one infomercial channel. Bill was the first to the shower and after getting an employee to turn it on we left it running for the second shower. Neither Bill nor I had much experience with petrified soap. It must be unique to the southwest.
Cyclist's Observation: A combo for a food order is easy, but a combo for cycling (climbing and wind) is hard.
Bill and I have applied all of our techniques for room selection. We ended up at the Lux Inn Mountain Resort in Boulevard, California. The "Lux" must stand for luxury based on the vintage cars being restored in front of the office. We have two TVs in our room and the smaller one actually works on one infomercial channel. Bill was the first to the shower and after getting an employee to turn it on we left it running for the second shower. Neither Bill nor I had much experience with petrified soap. It must be unique to the southwest.
We had traveled 62 miles from Calexico, California to Boulevard at 10.1 mph. This does not explain the full events of the day. I started with a flat before we checked out of the motel, so we got a late start at the
beginning of the day. We had a nice ride through the desert and saw many water flags in case we were stranded (see picture). Then it was up, up, up, up ... for approximately 12 miles. In order to make the ride more exciting we had to violate a California state law by riding on the interstate. No problem with the highway patrol, but the gusting headwinds coming down the mountain at 30 to 40 mph was an added feature we could have left in Texas. After cresting the top of the world, we muddled along the byways stopping at anyplace that had food or drink. At one of the stops, we were shopping for dinner when someone called out Bill's name. We had been stopped long enough that Bill's brain recognized the greeting and he responded. It was family and friends on their way to San Diego from Phoenix. Fat chance this could happen. We chatted with Rod and Becky, Matt and his wife, and the grandkids for a few minutes and then it was off to the Lux Inn.Happenstance or no chance, we are still the Old Land Cruisers.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Day 39: You Can't Ride on the Interstate
Total: 2499 miles!!!!!!!
Cyclist's Observation: Sunny Southern California is too sunny.
Bill and I left Yuma bright and early. As we made the assault on the Colorado River into 
California Bill had his flat for the day (see picture). It was then "hi ho and away we go" down Interstate 8. Just as we were getting some rhythm for the day, fate played a little joke. I love it when this happens because you start to remember phrases from grade school. These were always the phrases that got me sent to the principal's office. Fate decided to tell us it was now illegal to ride a bicycle on the interstate. Being the ever dutiful law abiding citizens, we exited onto the very rough and bumpy frontage road. Shortly, we stopped to ask if this was the way to El Centro. Confirmation moved us forward with haste until we passed a "road closed" sign. This should not be a problem since we were directed off the interstate, had confirmed directions to our next destination, and we had our necessary identity papers to pass through the southwest! We cautiously moved forward until a construction supervisor in a red truck blocked the road ahead. Bill and I explained our plight and he politely told us to go on the interstate. We explained the legal issues and he repeatedly told us to go on the interstate. He pointed to a Border Patrol Station and told us we could take a shortcut to the interstate and explained how helpful they would be. Bill and I reversed our direction and cut across an open area toward the Border Patrol. Hiking through the soft sand in cycling shoes was a new experience I would choose not to repeat. After a friendly greeting and a brief explanation, the Border Patrol Agent told us we could not ride on the interstate. After more discussion he sent us to the "Sheriff." We waited patiently while the sheriff talked with another person, and then we explained our predicament. He politely explained that we couldn't ride on the interstate. We repeated the last half hour of our "Catch 22." Finally, the sheriff relented and we rode off down the interstate as fast as our little old legs would allow. We skipped El Centro and got off the interstate ASAP.
California Bill had his flat for the day (see picture). It was then "hi ho and away we go" down Interstate 8. Just as we were getting some rhythm for the day, fate played a little joke. I love it when this happens because you start to remember phrases from grade school. These were always the phrases that got me sent to the principal's office. Fate decided to tell us it was now illegal to ride a bicycle on the interstate. Being the ever dutiful law abiding citizens, we exited onto the very rough and bumpy frontage road. Shortly, we stopped to ask if this was the way to El Centro. Confirmation moved us forward with haste until we passed a "road closed" sign. This should not be a problem since we were directed off the interstate, had confirmed directions to our next destination, and we had our necessary identity papers to pass through the southwest! We cautiously moved forward until a construction supervisor in a red truck blocked the road ahead. Bill and I explained our plight and he politely told us to go on the interstate. We explained the legal issues and he repeatedly told us to go on the interstate. He pointed to a Border Patrol Station and told us we could take a shortcut to the interstate and explained how helpful they would be. Bill and I reversed our direction and cut across an open area toward the Border Patrol. Hiking through the soft sand in cycling shoes was a new experience I would choose not to repeat. After a friendly greeting and a brief explanation, the Border Patrol Agent told us we could not ride on the interstate. After more discussion he sent us to the "Sheriff." We waited patiently while the sheriff talked with another person, and then we explained our predicament. He politely explained that we couldn't ride on the interstate. We repeated the last half hour of our "Catch 22." Finally, the sheriff relented and we rode off down the interstate as fast as our little old legs would allow. We skipped El Centro and got off the interstate ASAP. We were Calexico bound and after 76 miles at 14 mph we arrived just before the heat of the day. As you can see from the picture of the dunes, we traveled through some very dry, hot, and desolate areas today. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
This is the Old Land Cruisers still on the lamb in California.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Day 38: Yuma Respite
Total: 2423 miles
Cyclist's Observation: Easy days are all relative.
What a great break! Bill and I cycled 21 miles at 13 mph from Wellton, Arizona into Yuma. It was a day of recovery with Jerry and Laurie Finzer (see picture). Chatting and happy hour were pleasant reliefs from being on the road. They were wonderful hosts and served us a great dinner. This will be the last break as we make the final push to San Diego. We decided to make the most of the break and relax with a favorite Arizona beverage, margaritas (see picture).
What a great break! Bill and I cycled 21 miles at 13 mph from Wellton, Arizona into Yuma. It was a day of recovery with Jerry and Laurie Finzer (see picture). Chatting and happy hour were pleasant reliefs from being on the road. They were wonderful hosts and served us a great dinner. This will be the last break as we make the final push to San Diego. We decided to make the most of the break and relax with a favorite Arizona beverage, margaritas (see picture).
I must say that Laurie went all out with hospitality. We had a gift of necessities for travel which were greatly appreciated, but I couldn't get the look of satisfaction off of Serotta's handlebars. He loves Laurie's gift of a green matching bandanna (see picture) and I think he may feel good enough to make it the rest of the way to San Diego. I'm not sure where he gets his sense of style, maybe Cannondale has had a positive influence.
We are the Old Land Cruisers stylin into sunny Southern 
California.
California.Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Day 37: Motel Selection
Total: 2402 miles - oh, my!! almost 2500 miles!!
Cyclist's Observation: When you look at asphalt all day, the view never changes.
Several of you have expressed an interest in our accommodations on the road. You must remember that we have stayed in such exclusive places as the Motel Hilton and Shaw's Motel, the place with the Monet print. We only discovered later it was not an original. Bill and I rarely have shared our criteria for selection of motels with anyone because the competition is so keen for our exclusive rooms. This will provide an unusual insight into our process. The first criteria is that the motel must have a legible sign that says "motel." Secondly, it must say "open" and then an indication of available rooms. No cars in the parking lot is always a good sign. Next Bill and I have a few tricks we learned from HGTV and the Fine Living channels. And we couldn't ignore all the hints we picked up from Martha Stewart. Feng Shui of the space is essential. For us this means we have adequate space for the bikes. We will normally visit the room to determine if it has been cleaned after the last guests and to determine if any other living things are in the room. Now it's time to look at the finer details. Do they have a towel for each of us? Does the shower have hot water within the first 10 minutes and does it last for more than three minutes? The soap doesn't need to be wrapped, but it must be big enough for two showers. We have also learned about "thread count" for the linens. So when we pull back the covers on the bed we try to count as many threads as possible. This usually doesn't take too long. Finally, at least one 25 watt bulb must be connected to a light switch in the room. Please feel free to use these hints for your own motel selection in the future because they have served Bill and I well for the last several weeks.
Today we left the Gila Bend Space Age Motel at 5 am. A bite to eat and we were on the road by 5:30 am. We traveled 88 miles at 12.6 mph against 10 to 20 mph headwinds. We have applied all of our selection criteria and have another nice room in Wellton, Arizona. Tomorrow we move a short distance to Yuma and are looking forward to staying with Jerry and Laurie Finzer.
We are the Old Land Cruisers exploring fine living on the road.
Cyclist's Observation: When you look at asphalt all day, the view never changes.
Several of you have expressed an interest in our accommodations on the road. You must remember that we have stayed in such exclusive places as the Motel Hilton and Shaw's Motel, the place with the Monet print. We only discovered later it was not an original. Bill and I rarely have shared our criteria for selection of motels with anyone because the competition is so keen for our exclusive rooms. This will provide an unusual insight into our process. The first criteria is that the motel must have a legible sign that says "motel." Secondly, it must say "open" and then an indication of available rooms. No cars in the parking lot is always a good sign. Next Bill and I have a few tricks we learned from HGTV and the Fine Living channels. And we couldn't ignore all the hints we picked up from Martha Stewart. Feng Shui of the space is essential. For us this means we have adequate space for the bikes. We will normally visit the room to determine if it has been cleaned after the last guests and to determine if any other living things are in the room. Now it's time to look at the finer details. Do they have a towel for each of us? Does the shower have hot water within the first 10 minutes and does it last for more than three minutes? The soap doesn't need to be wrapped, but it must be big enough for two showers. We have also learned about "thread count" for the linens. So when we pull back the covers on the bed we try to count as many threads as possible. This usually doesn't take too long. Finally, at least one 25 watt bulb must be connected to a light switch in the room. Please feel free to use these hints for your own motel selection in the future because they have served Bill and I well for the last several weeks.
Today we left the Gila Bend Space Age Motel at 5 am. A bite to eat and we were on the road by 5:30 am. We traveled 88 miles at 12.6 mph against 10 to 20 mph headwinds. We have applied all of our selection criteria and have another nice room in Wellton, Arizona. Tomorrow we move a short distance to Yuma and are looking forward to staying with Jerry and Laurie Finzer.
We are the Old Land Cruisers exploring fine living on the road.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Day 36: Desert Solitaire
Total: 2314 miles
Cyclist's Observation: Black may be beautiful, but in the desert it's hot!
Today we began our trek west one more time. After retracing 17 miles from yesterday we started across the 43 miles of Sonoran Desert. What a pleasant surprise! It was only beginning to heat up at 8 am and
after the Monday desert rush hour, we had little traffic and blooming Saguaro cacti (see picture) on a relatively flat smooth road. We had traveled from Chandler to Gila Bend, Arizona for a total of 62 miles at 16 mph.
In Edward Abbey's book, "Desert Solitaire," he laments the lazy tourist. The one who drives through the national park without getting off the asphalt. He also suggests that seniors, when they were young, had a chance to see national parks in pristine condition, so they should not get any access accommodations. Here's to you Mr. Abbey, not all tourists are the same. These two seniors are finding it hard to get any closer to nature than we have been over the past 35 days. Note the sign (see picture) as we move forward toward the anticipated destination.
We are the Old Land Cruisers getting an up close and personal view of Mother Nature.
Cyclist's Observation: Black may be beautiful, but in the desert it's hot!
Today we began our trek west one more time. After retracing 17 miles from yesterday we started across the 43 miles of Sonoran Desert. What a pleasant surprise! It was only beginning to heat up at 8 am and
after the Monday desert rush hour, we had little traffic and blooming Saguaro cacti (see picture) on a relatively flat smooth road. We had traveled from Chandler to Gila Bend, Arizona for a total of 62 miles at 16 mph.In Edward Abbey's book, "Desert Solitaire," he laments the lazy tourist. The one who drives through the national park without getting off the asphalt. He also suggests that seniors, when they were young, had a chance to see national parks in pristine condition, so they should not get any access accommodations. Here's to you Mr. Abbey, not all tourists are the same. These two seniors are finding it hard to get any closer to nature than we have been over the past 35 days. Note the sign (see picture) as we move forward toward the anticipated destination.
We are the Old Land Cruisers getting an up close and personal view of Mother Nature.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Day 35: Looking for the Bates Motel
Total: 2252 miles!!!
Cyclist's Observation: The longer you're on the road during the day, the less you talk at dinner.
Steve and Kathy were up before 5 am to prepare breakfast for our departure at 6 am. We appreciated the extra effort to get us on our way. A short cycling aside, Kathy was up to see us off and was very charming at the start of the day! Bill and I made great time with 3 to 7 mph tailwinds for most of the morning. The average speed for the day was 16.6 for 118 miles, but that's only part of the story.
We arrived in Maricopa, Arizona about 12:30 PM. The next leg of the ride was across the 43 miles of Sonoran Desert to get to Gila Bend. After already riding 88 miles, it seemed to be a little risky for old pudgy guys to attempt. We tried to find a motel in Maricopa. Nothing. We rode backwards to the AK Chin Casino. Full. We rode back to Maricopa and decided that the only alternative was to ride to Chandler. This was another 17 miles north! We needed to go west, which means retracing this 17 miles back to Maricopa and then going west to Gila Bend. A final tally of extra miles will be slightly less than 50!
We are the tired, dazed, and confused Old Land Cruisers.
Cyclist's Observation: The longer you're on the road during the day, the less you talk at dinner.
Steve and Kathy were up before 5 am to prepare breakfast for our departure at 6 am. We appreciated the extra effort to get us on our way. A short cycling aside, Kathy was up to see us off and was very charming at the start of the day! Bill and I made great time with 3 to 7 mph tailwinds for most of the morning. The average speed for the day was 16.6 for 118 miles, but that's only part of the story.
We arrived in Maricopa, Arizona about 12:30 PM. The next leg of the ride was across the 43 miles of Sonoran Desert to get to Gila Bend. After already riding 88 miles, it seemed to be a little risky for old pudgy guys to attempt. We tried to find a motel in Maricopa. Nothing. We rode backwards to the AK Chin Casino. Full. We rode back to Maricopa and decided that the only alternative was to ride to Chandler. This was another 17 miles north! We needed to go west, which means retracing this 17 miles back to Maricopa and then going west to Gila Bend. A final tally of extra miles will be slightly less than 50!
We are the tired, dazed, and confused Old Land Cruisers.
Day 34: Casual Cycling
Total: 2134 miles
Cyclist's Observation: A rest day from cycling is good for the sole.
We're counting this as a rest day even though we cycled 33 miles toward our destination at 11.9 mph. Bill and I left late from Tucson and followed a path toward bike shops and toward our destination in Marana. On the way Bill treated himself to a new tire and some tubes!We arrived at Steve and Kathy's house about 2 PM (see picture). You should know that Steve and I have been torturing each other since the fourth grade. Kathy does bring out the softer side of Steve so they fed us, put us in the rehab hot tub (see picture), and let us sleep in the barn. Actually, Bill and I were having separation anxiety because we slept in different guest bedrooms. We told old lies and prepared to create new ones for the future. It's sure nice
to have old friends because young ones can remember what you said!We are the Old Land Cruisers roughing it in Arizona.
Day 33: Westward Ho!
Poster's Note: The poster wants a raise!! Serotta expects the poster to come to work on the weekends and post. Now she wants me to drive to Columbus, Ohio and pick her up. I don't know why she can't bike home!!!
Total: 2101 miles
Cyclist's Observation: When you ride west you can catch your shadow in the afternoon.
We had a nice sloping downhill departure from Wilcox, Arizona, which failed to prepare us for the 10 mile climb that followed. As we arrived at the crest of the ridge we were rewarded with a spectacular boulder field (see picture). It was then another 11 miles of coasting to Benson. We arrived in Tucson about noon and spent the next four hours in mid 90 temperatures looking for a motel. The final miles for the day was 93 at 14 mph.
Bill overheard a discussion the other night between Serotta and Cannondale. We locked them in the room and went to the motel lobby for a strategy session. We decided to put the hammer down and stop the whining once and for all. Serotta has a lot of nerve after flopping a peddle and causing us to lose three days in Las Cruces. And Cannondale didn't have enough gumption to speak up. Tomorrow will be a rest day as we go to Steve and Kathy's in Marana, Arizona.
We are the Old Land Cruisers layin low around Tombstone.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Day 32: Skip It!!!
Total: 2008 miles - made the 2000 mile mark, only one more state to go!
Cyclist's Observation: According to Einstein, you cannot turn back time, but you can bend it.
In our efforts to "bend time" we took advantage of early tailwinds and flat terrain. The grand total was 137 miles at 16.5 mph. We skipped a night in Lordsburg, New Mexico in order to make up one of the lost nights in Las Cruces. We rolled into Wilcox, Arizona late in the day, but very satisfied with our effort. The last 10 to 15 miles we encountered headwinds to make the final push a little more difficult. Of course the three flats (two for Bill and one for me) didn't help our
progress throughout the day.We know our cycling is all downhill from here, as you can tell from Bill going over the continental divide (see picture). In addition, we found a couple from the Czech Republic, Martin and Renata (see picture). They started in Cuba, cycled through Juarez, Mexico and we found 
them on Interstate 10. This could be the safest place they've been to date! Please check the baggage they are carrying, we are the ying and yang of cycling alternatives.
Our brains have turned to mush and all those witty things we thought about for the blog have evaporated. Maybe tomorrow we can keep better mental notes.
We are the Old Land Cruisers traveling in a fog.
Cyclist's Observation: According to Einstein, you cannot turn back time, but you can bend it.
In our efforts to "bend time" we took advantage of early tailwinds and flat terrain. The grand total was 137 miles at 16.5 mph. We skipped a night in Lordsburg, New Mexico in order to make up one of the lost nights in Las Cruces. We rolled into Wilcox, Arizona late in the day, but very satisfied with our effort. The last 10 to 15 miles we encountered headwinds to make the final push a little more difficult. Of course the three flats (two for Bill and one for me) didn't help our
progress throughout the day.We know our cycling is all downhill from here, as you can tell from Bill going over the continental divide (see picture). In addition, we found a couple from the Czech Republic, Martin and Renata (see picture). They started in Cuba, cycled through Juarez, Mexico and we found 
them on Interstate 10. This could be the safest place they've been to date! Please check the baggage they are carrying, we are the ying and yang of cycling alternatives.Our brains have turned to mush and all those witty things we thought about for the blog have evaporated. Maybe tomorrow we can keep better mental notes.
We are the Old Land Cruisers traveling in a fog.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Day 31: Top Ten List
Cyclist's Observation: The four winds of the West: breezy (15-20 mph), windy (20-30 mph), gale force (30-40 mph), and blow you back to hell (sky's the limit).
Serotta is back on the road! Departure today was bright and cheery at 5:45 am in order to beat the wind. Nice plan with good execution, but the wind didn't think it was a great idea. About 20 miles into the ride, the wind hit us full force and punished us for next 48 miles. We arrived in Deming, New Mexico about noon for a total of 68 miles at 12.4 mph. The final miles were brutal as the wind increased. Bill and I finished with sore legs, numb hands, sore wrists, and plenty of other minor ailments. The woman at the motel desk ask if we wanted to go bowling, take a walk, or see a movie? I think she's crazier than we are.
This leads me to our next effort to engage our readers. Surely you've heard of David Letterman's Top Ten Reasons, but sometimes you are at a loss for that many reasons for anything! Bill and I have developed our Top Ten reasons to bike from east to west. Please note we're short two reasons and we're looking for contributions from our blog readers. Your thoughts will be evaluated for absurdity and the two best will be added to the final list. Since we're the cyclists, we'll be the final judges.
Top Ten Reasons to Cycle from East to West:
10. Get a great tan on the back of your legs.
9. Morning sun is not in your eyes.
8. It's the macho thing to do.
7. Good training for the hard stuff.
6. To be the envy of our friends.
5. Wanted to test the West Texas headwinds.
4. It's better to erase your tan lines in California.
3.
2.
1. Why not? Everybody thinks you're nuts anyway.
Several of you offered insight about the liabilities of traveling west, so help us fill in the blanks.
We are the wind blown Old Land Cruisers.
Serotta is back on the road! Departure today was bright and cheery at 5:45 am in order to beat the wind. Nice plan with good execution, but the wind didn't think it was a great idea. About 20 miles into the ride, the wind hit us full force and punished us for next 48 miles. We arrived in Deming, New Mexico about noon for a total of 68 miles at 12.4 mph. The final miles were brutal as the wind increased. Bill and I finished with sore legs, numb hands, sore wrists, and plenty of other minor ailments. The woman at the motel desk ask if we wanted to go bowling, take a walk, or see a movie? I think she's crazier than we are.
This leads me to our next effort to engage our readers. Surely you've heard of David Letterman's Top Ten Reasons, but sometimes you are at a loss for that many reasons for anything! Bill and I have developed our Top Ten reasons to bike from east to west. Please note we're short two reasons and we're looking for contributions from our blog readers. Your thoughts will be evaluated for absurdity and the two best will be added to the final list. Since we're the cyclists, we'll be the final judges.
Top Ten Reasons to Cycle from East to West:
10. Get a great tan on the back of your legs.
9. Morning sun is not in your eyes.
8. It's the macho thing to do.
7. Good training for the hard stuff.
6. To be the envy of our friends.
5. Wanted to test the West Texas headwinds.
4. It's better to erase your tan lines in California.
3.
2.
1. Why not? Everybody thinks you're nuts anyway.
Several of you offered insight about the liabilities of traveling west, so help us fill in the blanks.
We are the wind blown Old Land Cruisers.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Day 30: Ready to Roll
Cyclist's Observation: Daytime TV sucks raw eggs.
Bill and I have had another day of down time. We have done our chores and checked on the bike repairs. The staff at Outdoor Adventures (see picture, left is Pablo and right is Don) have saved our bacon. Stop by and spend money if you ever come to Las Cruces. Plans for tomorrow include an early departure to beat the worst of the afternoon winds.
Since we have had an abundance of time and little to do, our intellectual curiosity has taken us to new levels. You may wonder how we could aspire to newer heights, but as you will see, it is entirely possible. Bikers vs cyclists, a comparative study. It is important to clarify the differences between bikers and cyclists. At one point in our travels, we told a motel desk clerk that we were going to bring our bikes into the room. He said he would have to check with the manager. His assumption was that we were bikers, not cyclists, and we would be bringing in motorcycles. Although you may think the differences are readily noticeable, we feel you might miss a few of the highlights we've noticed so far. Bikers have old ladies and chicks and cyclists have spouses and girlfriends. Bikers have sound systems and cyclists can't hear. Bikers have tattoos and cyclists have road rash. Bikers have saddle bags and cyclists have saddle sores. Bikers need oil changes and cyclists need Butt But'r. Bikers have rallies and cyclists have tours. Bikers have windshields while cyclists have wind. Bikers stop at gas stations for gas while cyclists stop for Snickers and Gatorade. Bikers take side trips while cyclists see the road ahead. Bikers may speed while cyclists only hope too. Bikers wear Levis and leather and cyclists wear spandex and paper thin wicking material. The only lingering thought is why would we continue to peddle rather than ride a Harley, we have been thinking about that and haven't come up with a good reason. This is where our intellect has failed us.
Bill and I have had another day of down time. We have done our chores and checked on the bike repairs. The staff at Outdoor Adventures (see picture, left is Pablo and right is Don) have saved our bacon. Stop by and spend money if you ever come to Las Cruces. Plans for tomorrow include an early departure to beat the worst of the afternoon winds.
Since we have had an abundance of time and little to do, our intellectual curiosity has taken us to new levels. You may wonder how we could aspire to newer heights, but as you will see, it is entirely possible. Bikers vs cyclists, a comparative study. It is important to clarify the differences between bikers and cyclists. At one point in our travels, we told a motel desk clerk that we were going to bring our bikes into the room. He said he would have to check with the manager. His assumption was that we were bikers, not cyclists, and we would be bringing in motorcycles. Although you may think the differences are readily noticeable, we feel you might miss a few of the highlights we've noticed so far. Bikers have old ladies and chicks and cyclists have spouses and girlfriends. Bikers have sound systems and cyclists can't hear. Bikers have tattoos and cyclists have road rash. Bikers have saddle bags and cyclists have saddle sores. Bikers need oil changes and cyclists need Butt But'r. Bikers have rallies and cyclists have tours. Bikers have windshields while cyclists have wind. Bikers stop at gas stations for gas while cyclists stop for Snickers and Gatorade. Bikers take side trips while cyclists see the road ahead. Bikers may speed while cyclists only hope too. Bikers wear Levis and leather and cyclists wear spandex and paper thin wicking material. The only lingering thought is why would we continue to peddle rather than ride a Harley, we have been thinking about that and haven't come up with a good reason. This is where our intellect has failed us.
We are the Old Land Cruisers looking for another reason to peddle.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Day 29: Motor Tourists
Cyclist's Observation: Car seats are more comfortable than bicycle seats.
Another down day and Bill and I decided to be real tourists. Car rental was not in the budget, but our credit is still good for a few more days. After the early morning car rental was completed, we went to the historic town Mesilla for breakfast. We found Priciliana with her pistol, bandolero belts, and sombrero (see picture) getting ready to give middle school children a history lesson. 
After breakfast we headed for the mountains, that is the Organ Mountains. The plan was to drive to a national recreation area and hike up to a spring. After a short drive east out of Las Cruces, we turned toward the springs. Drats, foiled again! The road was closed for repairs. Plan B was now activated.We didn't really have a plan B so riding around in an air conditioned car like teenagers seemed to meet our immediate need. We stopped by the bike shop to look over the wears and chat. As luck would have it, a barber shop next door to the bike shop took walk-ins. It was a match Bill couldn't turn down. After dinner we decided to get some evening pictures as the sun was setting. We drove back to the Organ Mountains and my Blackberry photos are unable to capture the beauty. The photo of the sunset is looking west over the city of Las Cruces.
After breakfast we headed for the mountains, that is the Organ Mountains. The plan was to drive to a national recreation area and hike up to a spring. After a short drive east out of Las Cruces, we turned toward the springs. Drats, foiled again! The road was closed for repairs. Plan B was now activated.We didn't really have a plan B so riding around in an air conditioned car like teenagers seemed to meet our immediate need. We stopped by the bike shop to look over the wears and chat. As luck would have it, a barber shop next door to the bike shop took walk-ins. It was a match Bill couldn't turn down. After dinner we decided to get some evening pictures as the sun was setting. We drove back to the Organ Mountains and my Blackberry photos are unable to capture the beauty. The photo of the sunset is looking west over the city of Las Cruces. We are the Old Land Cruisers motoring into the sunset.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Day 28: Mother's Day
Cyclist's Observation: Guilt and love are powerful reasons to never forget Mother's Day.
This was graduation weekend for New Mexico State University, and Mother's Day weekend, so Bill and I shared our motel with numerous other guests. We felt lucky to even get a room. So in an inspired moment, we decided to explore motel etiquette for cyclists.With a few extra days in a motel room to go along with the other 24 days, we determined it was necessary for all motel guests to understand cyclists. Cyclists rise early and are first to the breakfast buffet. Please take heed that you should keep the children at a safe distance while cyclists are eating. Eating is an art fully developed in the cycling world. You should also understand that other behaviors are less becoming. Motel check-in for cyclists is unique. Cyclists arrive with a glassy eyed appearance and as much as 100 miles of road grime, helmet hair, sweat, and always a touch of grease. You have immediately created a negotiating presence. Nobody wants you in the lobby very long. I put my helmet on the counter for effect. Helmet sweat is good, but four or five days of salt accumulation on the straps is hard core and motel rates start to come down. Age also has its privileges. Bill and I usually qualify for a senior discount which is very nice; however, being able to do your laundry in the room and hang some disgusting items outside, priceless. We are never questioned and frequently even supported in these borderline activities in the motel. As you can see, Bill and I have pushed the decorum limit of motel etiquette by trying to erase our cycling
This was graduation weekend for New Mexico State University, and Mother's Day weekend, so Bill and I shared our motel with numerous other guests. We felt lucky to even get a room. So in an inspired moment, we decided to explore motel etiquette for cyclists.With a few extra days in a motel room to go along with the other 24 days, we determined it was necessary for all motel guests to understand cyclists. Cyclists rise early and are first to the breakfast buffet. Please take heed that you should keep the children at a safe distance while cyclists are eating. Eating is an art fully developed in the cycling world. You should also understand that other behaviors are less becoming. Motel check-in for cyclists is unique. Cyclists arrive with a glassy eyed appearance and as much as 100 miles of road grime, helmet hair, sweat, and always a touch of grease. You have immediately created a negotiating presence. Nobody wants you in the lobby very long. I put my helmet on the counter for effect. Helmet sweat is good, but four or five days of salt accumulation on the straps is hard core and motel rates start to come down. Age also has its privileges. Bill and I usually qualify for a senior discount which is very nice; however, being able to do your laundry in the room and hang some disgusting items outside, priceless. We are never questioned and frequently even supported in these borderline activities in the motel. As you can see, Bill and I have pushed the decorum limit of motel etiquette by trying to erase our cycling
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tan lines by the pool (see picture). As we removed our shirts all of the other guests disappeared. It's just another privilege we've learned to expect! It should be noted on this very special day that we enjoyed breakfast at Dick's Cafe (see picture). 
The morning was bright and sunny and to all you mothers have a great day.
We are the porky Old Land Cruisers, immobile for the moment.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Day 27: And the Winner Is?
Total: 1871 miles
The logic behind any good testing mechanism is to distinguish between individuals who have a full grasp of the material and those who only understand the basics. With the efforts in yesterday's quiz, it is readily apparent that all responses were logical and thought out. First, Eric's response about the use of Red Bull was an insightful look at the trucking world. Second, Laurie and Jerry concurred with that logic, but left only with three other alternatives, had to select a second option, Bic Lighter. We did, in fact, see many Bic Lighters in our travels and this was another thoughtful alternative. Lastly, big G provided a clear rationale beyond what good sense would dictate. Naturally, this was the correct answer! It just goes to show you that educational testing has a long way to go
before becoming foolproof. In this case the fool was correct!
Cyclist's Observation: Not everybody can be a winner everyday!
The logic behind any good testing mechanism is to distinguish between individuals who have a full grasp of the material and those who only understand the basics. With the efforts in yesterday's quiz, it is readily apparent that all responses were logical and thought out. First, Eric's response about the use of Red Bull was an insightful look at the trucking world. Second, Laurie and Jerry concurred with that logic, but left only with three other alternatives, had to select a second option, Bic Lighter. We did, in fact, see many Bic Lighters in our travels and this was another thoughtful alternative. Lastly, big G provided a clear rationale beyond what good sense would dictate. Naturally, this was the correct answer! It just goes to show you that educational testing has a long way to go
before becoming foolproof. In this case the fool was correct!In our effort to move west, we headed north to Las Cruces, New Mexico. As we made the turn to the west and stopped for a quick drink, Serotta had an issue. The bottom bracket (the part that holds the peddles in place) lost a bolt and my left peddle began to flop. Nothing was happening. Please see the picture of the hole where one would expect to find a crank with a peddle attached. Back to the gas station and beg a ride on a pickup. First pickup, first ride. Pieti (see picture) took both of us and our bikes across 
town. He then shuttled us to another bike shop. As you might expect this is not good news. Serotta is now resting peacefully at the shop awaiting repair parts. More bad news, the parts can't get here until about noon Tuesday. Forced rest days were not in our travel plans. We had a great morning ride from Anthony, Texas to Las Cruces for 29 miles at 14.9 mph. The pecan groves provided a pleasant landscape with several small towns. We hadn't seen this much green for 1000 miles. Bill and I would rather be riding, but considering the other rather bleak possibilities, this is not such a bad break.
town. He then shuttled us to another bike shop. As you might expect this is not good news. Serotta is now resting peacefully at the shop awaiting repair parts. More bad news, the parts can't get here until about noon Tuesday. Forced rest days were not in our travel plans. We had a great morning ride from Anthony, Texas to Las Cruces for 29 miles at 14.9 mph. The pecan groves provided a pleasant landscape with several small towns. We hadn't seen this much green for 1000 miles. Bill and I would rather be riding, but considering the other rather bleak possibilities, this is not such a bad break.This is the Old Land Cruisers resting in peace in Las Cruces.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Day 26: Pop Quiz
Total: 1842 miles
Poster's note: The over-worked, underpaid poster apologizes for the lateness of the quiz. I went to campus this morning to post, but couldn't get within a mile - graduation!!! The poster is also going on strike if there is any more talk of Pamela. Now to the good stuff!
Poster's note: The over-worked, underpaid poster apologizes for the lateness of the quiz. I went to campus this morning to post, but couldn't get within a mile - graduation!!! The poster is also going on strike if there is any more talk of Pamela. Now to the good stuff!
Cyclist's Observation: When in doubt, check into a motel and think about it.
We hope you have taken good notes up to this point. The four photographs represent objects frequently found on the shoulder of the road. Identify which object is found most often. The answer will be posted tomorrow.
Today was the day Bill and I left Texas. Then it was the day we returned to Texas! I didn't think this would happen so soon, but we followed the motel tracks. Going on to Las Cruces, New Mexico would have taken us a few miles farther in the hot afternoon sun after we had already completed 77 miles. Our speed for the day was 13.4 mph and included about 35 miles of El Paso traffic. The problem would've been finding a motel on the way. The same answer was repeated, "nothing until we reached Las Cruces." I usually don't let good judgment get in my way, but fatigue is a powerful force. Bottom line, we checked into the Best Western Hotel in Anthony, Texas early in the afternoon.
For all of you avid blog readers, our gratitude and thanks and good luck on the quiz.
This is the Old Land Cruisers looking for the Rocky Mountain high and still mourning the loss of Pamela.
For all of you avid blog readers, our gratitude and thanks and good luck on the quiz.
This is the Old Land Cruisers looking for the Rocky Mountain high and still mourning the loss of Pamela.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Day 25: Easy Riders
Total: 1765 miles
Cyclist's Observation: Cycling is for everybody, so tomorrow be ready for a pop quiz!
Another early departure and an early stop. We didn't see much between Van Horn, Texas and Fort Hancock, but we did arrive at the motel before noon. Since we crossed into the mountain time zone, actually we arrived before 11:00 am. We managed 68 miles at 14.8 mph. As we traveled up the mountain outside Van Horn before daybreak, we looked back to catch the sunrise (see picture). I'm not one to normally get excited about sunrise; however, the early morning climb had a nice reward at the top.
As you can see from the next picture not all truck stops are created equal. Who cares? As a place for a brief respite, not us. Bill and I receive our news on a delayed signal via satellite, so we're sorry to offer belated condolences regarding Pamela Anderson. We're sure many of you have suffered as much as us with the news. It was particularly disheartening to find out Pamela had been eliminated from Dancing With the Stars. We found her personality cheerful and her poise to be an inspiration to young women. Another role model de flowered by the masses who are unwilling to recognize true
talent. What a shame.But I digress.
As you can see from the next picture not all truck stops are created equal. Who cares? As a place for a brief respite, not us. Bill and I receive our news on a delayed signal via satellite, so we're sorry to offer belated condolences regarding Pamela Anderson. We're sure many of you have suffered as much as us with the news. It was particularly disheartening to find out Pamela had been eliminated from Dancing With the Stars. We found her personality cheerful and her poise to be an inspiration to young women. Another role model de flowered by the masses who are unwilling to recognize true
talent. What a shame.But I digress. Tomorrow, all of you have a pop quiz on your roadside acumen. Bill and I have been keeping a tally on what one might find along the road. The question will be multiple choice and the first blog reader with the correct response after posting wins. Any guesses before the official posting will be disqualified.
We are the Lone Rangers of West Texas still cruisin.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Day 24: Come Fly with Us
Total: 1697 miles
Cyclist's Observation: A road well traveled might be the best (and only) alternative.
Last night I felt that I was losing control. It was like Verizon had a short in the system and the tail light on my bike would light up. It was very strange and appeared to be a type of SOS distress signal. My bike worked fine today, but the seat felt harder than usual. After two flats yesterday, one for Bill and one for me, Bill started the day with another. He also changed one along Interstate 10 and I limped into Van Horn, Texas with another.
Last night I felt that I was losing control. It was like Verizon had a short in the system and the tail light on my bike would light up. It was very strange and appeared to be a type of SOS distress signal. My bike worked fine today, but the seat felt harder than usual. After two flats yesterday, one for Bill and one for me, Bill started the day with another. He also changed one along Interstate 10 and I limped into Van Horn, Texas with another.
We left Balmorhea, Texas before daylight with a plan to beat the heat and head winds later in the day. We arrived 71miles later to Van Horn at 1:00 PM with an average speed of 13.4 mph. Surely you noticed that I referred to Interstate 10. This was an experience not to be missed. The road was wide and smooth with a nice shoulder. As you can see from the picture, Bill had to slow down and watch for speed traps. Occasionally, we would try to draft the 18 wheelers in order to save energy, but if they had trouble, you had to leave them behind. We have miles to go before we sleep!
We are the Old Land Cruisers kickin up a dust storm in Texas.
We are the Old Land Cruisers kickin up a dust storm in Texas.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Day 23: Bike Talk?
Total: 1626 miles
Bikes' Observation: Who are these one-eyed monsters sitting on our saddles and torturing us all day long? It is our understanding that you have only read one side of this cross country story. Like any issue there are multiple views. Serotta and Cannondale have their own views of this journey.
Let me say it's difficult to get many private opportunities to speak to Cannondale. He is a likable fellow and dependable friend, but these other guys won't give us a moment of peace. Just last night as we were lamenting our fate of being saddled with these two deadbeats, one old geezer pops up and shoots a camera flash right in my handlebars (see picture). Cannondale and I had been trying to figure a way to make a break for freedom. Our treatment is horrible. They abuse us all day and then lock us in a room all night. We are forced to get up before day break and then they load us down like camels. We have feelings. Cannondale and I are performance machines with the finest components. These guys are peasants. They should have one speed beach cruisers with a basket on the front and a loaf of French bread. How did we ever get hooked up with these cycling bums? There's so much more to this story, but I'm afraid I'll get caught.
They haven't given us a bath in weeks, they keep grinding our gears, and do you think a drop of lubricant would be too much to ask for? We covered a lousy 54 miles today with an average 12.5 mph. Does this sound like high performance? We've stopped for another night at someplace hot and dry in west Texas, Balmorhea, I think. The trip from Fort Stockton was interesting because we spent some time on the interstate. The speed limit was 80 mph and traffic was moving closer to 90. I had hopes we could finally get out and go behind an 18 wheeler, but these guys just sit back and wait for the day to fade away. Cannondale and I are not done, we've had it and we're going to a make a break for it!
Bikes' Observation: Who are these one-eyed monsters sitting on our saddles and torturing us all day long? It is our understanding that you have only read one side of this cross country story. Like any issue there are multiple views. Serotta and Cannondale have their own views of this journey.
Let me say it's difficult to get many private opportunities to speak to Cannondale. He is a likable fellow and dependable friend, but these other guys won't give us a moment of peace. Just last night as we were lamenting our fate of being saddled with these two deadbeats, one old geezer pops up and shoots a camera flash right in my handlebars (see picture). Cannondale and I had been trying to figure a way to make a break for freedom. Our treatment is horrible. They abuse us all day and then lock us in a room all night. We are forced to get up before day break and then they load us down like camels. We have feelings. Cannondale and I are performance machines with the finest components. These guys are peasants. They should have one speed beach cruisers with a basket on the front and a loaf of French bread. How did we ever get hooked up with these cycling bums? There's so much more to this story, but I'm afraid I'll get caught.
They haven't given us a bath in weeks, they keep grinding our gears, and do you think a drop of lubricant would be too much to ask for? We covered a lousy 54 miles today with an average 12.5 mph. Does this sound like high performance? We've stopped for another night at someplace hot and dry in west Texas, Balmorhea, I think. The trip from Fort Stockton was interesting because we spent some time on the interstate. The speed limit was 80 mph and traffic was moving closer to 90. I had hopes we could finally get out and go behind an 18 wheeler, but these guys just sit back and wait for the day to fade away. Cannondale and I are not done, we've had it and we're going to a make a break for it!
If you are out there and you can read this, please help Cannondale and Serotta, the Real Land Cruisers.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Day 22: Desert Blooms
Total: 1572 miles
Blog note: As Bill and I travel the roads west it is nice to hear from all of you that have written comments and emails. Some encouraging, some wise, some smartass, but all are appreciated; however, since I'm entering the blog information on my BlackBerry my cramping fingers won't allow me to respond individually. Sorry for not being more personal in my communication.
Cyclist's Observation: A little known Newton's law of cycling; you can face the wind in west Texas, stand on the peddles, and go nowhere.
Today was another 65 miles of head winds and hills. The average was 9.7 mph and the arrival at Fort Stockton was in the middle of the afternoon. The early arrival was only because we left Iraan as soon as we could see the lines in the road. We followed IS 10 for most of the day along the frontage roads. The expected heat didn't arrive and it looks to still be in our future. One of the few sights were the blooming cacti and one with a birdsnest (see picture).
We exited at the first Fort Stockton exit to find the DQ and get our free Blizzards! Remember nothing is free. After getting off the exit the next DQ sign said 2 miles. I don't go that far off the interstate in car for a DQ. All in all, we are tired and ready to move on and find new vistas.
We are peddled and tuckered out as we remain the Old Land Cruisers.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Day 21: Road to Nowhere
Total: 1507 miles
Final Cyclist's Observation: Things are not always as they appear and false summits are hard on a cyclist's psyche.
Today we got an early start (7:30 am) from Eldorado, Texas and headed for Iraan. Bill and I hope this doesn't get us on the "no fly" list. Iraan, Texas is straight down the road from Eldorado; however, on this day 81 miles was a grinding gradual uphill most of the way with 10 to 15 mph head winds. We averaged a paltry 10.9 mph and didn't arrive until 5:00 PM. That's all the good news!
Luckily we chatted with someone as we were departing Eldorado and they gave us the bad news. For 80 miles there was no convenience store, no gas station, no soda machine, and no water stops. This concealed the fact that there are no houses or any commercial enterprises. There was one stop sign. If you could "suck the blood out of a turnip," you could still die (see picture).
By the way, we didn't see any turnips! The hills were gradual and just when you thought they would go away you found another part of the climb, false summits all day. The only thing that was missing was a searing 90 degrees. Oh, that's suppose to be the weather forecast for tomorrow.
The Old Land Cruisers in Texas forever.
Final Cyclist's Observation: Things are not always as they appear and false summits are hard on a cyclist's psyche.
Today we got an early start (7:30 am) from Eldorado, Texas and headed for Iraan. Bill and I hope this doesn't get us on the "no fly" list. Iraan, Texas is straight down the road from Eldorado; however, on this day 81 miles was a grinding gradual uphill most of the way with 10 to 15 mph head winds. We averaged a paltry 10.9 mph and didn't arrive until 5:00 PM. That's all the good news!
Luckily we chatted with someone as we were departing Eldorado and they gave us the bad news. For 80 miles there was no convenience store, no gas station, no soda machine, and no water stops. This concealed the fact that there are no houses or any commercial enterprises. There was one stop sign. If you could "suck the blood out of a turnip," you could still die (see picture).
By the way, we didn't see any turnips! The hills were gradual and just when you thought they would go away you found another part of the climb, false summits all day. The only thing that was missing was a searing 90 degrees. Oh, that's suppose to be the weather forecast for tomorrow.
The Old Land Cruisers in Texas forever.
Day 20: Wrong Turn!!
Total: 1426 miles
Cyclist's Observation: "Seat time" on the bike converts to miles traveled, but the butt knows when enough is enough.
We are closing in on west Texas. Today was a day that began with a rain delay, then it was easy riding, then flats, a missed turn, a cowboy encounter, and finally a respite at Eldorado, Texas. We began at Ballinger, Texas and ended 87 miles later at Shaw's Motel (see picture) with an average speed of 14.5 mph. Bill notice a Monet on the wall, but we decided it wasn't an original since we paid $37 for the room. Bill also had two flats in the San Angelo area and then we proceeded to miss a turn. About this time we decided we were just out for a nice weekend ride! We stopped at an intersection for a brief stretch and I spotted a cowboy leading a group ride. The horses seemed to know the way and weren't spooked when I rode up. The cowboy looked like the cowboy poet, Baxter Black. Our conversation went like this:
Mick: Howdy. Do you happen to know if there's a motel in Eldorado?
Cowboy: Yep. (pause) Ain't nothin to brag about.
Mick: That's okay, I'm not lookin for somethin to brag about. Have a great ride.
Cowboy: You too.
As Bill and I rode into the sunset toward Eldorado, I knew I had passed my first foreign language test in years.
We are the Old Cowboy Land Cruisers ridin high in the saddle.
Cyclist's Observation: "Seat time" on the bike converts to miles traveled, but the butt knows when enough is enough.
We are closing in on west Texas. Today was a day that began with a rain delay, then it was easy riding, then flats, a missed turn, a cowboy encounter, and finally a respite at Eldorado, Texas. We began at Ballinger, Texas and ended 87 miles later at Shaw's Motel (see picture) with an average speed of 14.5 mph. Bill notice a Monet on the wall, but we decided it wasn't an original since we paid $37 for the room. Bill also had two flats in the San Angelo area and then we proceeded to miss a turn. About this time we decided we were just out for a nice weekend ride! We stopped at an intersection for a brief stretch and I spotted a cowboy leading a group ride. The horses seemed to know the way and weren't spooked when I rode up. The cowboy looked like the cowboy poet, Baxter Black. Our conversation went like this:
Mick: Howdy. Do you happen to know if there's a motel in Eldorado?
Cowboy: Yep. (pause) Ain't nothin to brag about.
Mick: That's okay, I'm not lookin for somethin to brag about. Have a great ride.
Cowboy: You too.
As Bill and I rode into the sunset toward Eldorado, I knew I had passed my first foreign language test in years.
We are the Old Cowboy Land Cruisers ridin high in the saddle.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Day 19: More Texas
Total: 1339
Cyclist's Observation: If you always go with the wind at your back, you will most likely miss your destination.
Another day of cross winds with some calm in the morning as worked our way toward Ballinger, Texas from Early. We traveled 62 miles at 13.1 mph and made several significant climbs. We might have a better average, but when you travel with a photographer you have unexpected stops. Please refer to the picture of Bill as he assesses the composition of cactus and flowers along a Texas byway.
We stopped and talked to a railroad worker before we arrived in Ballinger and killed about a half hour. Then it was lunchtime and as we were leaving town we met two camping cyclists, Joe from Illinois and Ingrid from Sweden. This combination killed another hour and a half. It was then time to check motels down the road. No answer, so logic told us it was too late to move on and we should get ice cream ASAP. Joe and Ingrid reappeared at the soda fountain! Really they were not hard to spot as you can see from the loaded bikes (see picture). Ingrid was carrying a minimum of six books, can goods, and a Frisbee. I'm pretty sure she might start to reduce her payload as distances and hills increase.
We may not be fast, our baggage is limited, and talk is cheap for the Old Land Cruisers.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Day 18: Looooong Roads
Total: 1277 miles
Cyclist's Observation: Things in Texas are not nearly as close as they appear.
Fair winds for us means that you will get a blog post without much substance. As you can see from yesterday's blog post, we don't have a lot to do in the afternoon if we get in early. As for today, I decided to stop at a Texas rest stop for cyclists. You can see from the picture, the Laz-Z-Boy Rest Stop was convenient and quite comfortable. The only problem was that the toilet was 14 miles away!
We managed to travel from Gatesville to Early, TX for a total of 83 miles at an average of 13.5 mph. The first 50 miles we had cross winds from 25 to 35 mph and gusts up to 40 mph. This made my additional pounds useful until we arrived at a hill. The last 33 miles was reinforced by a much appreciated tail wind.
As we made the turn to take advantage of the wind, we found a DQ in Goldthwaite, Texas. Not just any DQ, but the DQ with a host, David, and store manager, Nita, who provided Texas history and tour information (see picture). Nita also gave us free Blizzard coupons and the locations for the next DQs on our route. Now that's hospitality Texas style. Thanks Nita and David!
This is the Old Land Cruisers saying adios for another day.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Day 17: Cycling Fashion Tips
Total: 1194 miles
Cyclist's Observation: Never sacrifice your bandanna for a menial cause.
After a nice ride from Cameron to Gatesville, Texas at 15 mph for 68 miles, it was time for a little relaxation. A comfortable tail wind pushed us along and we arrived early to our motel. We still need to ice our nagging leg injuries and keep our enthusiasm to a minimum. We have a long way to go.
I want to elaborate on yesterday's discussion of cycling dress clothes. Everyone knows of the importance of the little black dress as a dependable alternative for any occasion. Well, in cycling it is the bandanna.The bandanna can be used for any of the following: dew rag, neck wear, sweat band, bow tie, snot rag, grease rag, bandage, toilet paper in an extreme emergency (borrow your partner's), or if you have a severe injury on the road it can be used as a tourniquet. Please see Bill's demonstration picture with the tourniquet used in combination with the cycling pump.
Mick's picture provides a clear sense of how important the bandanna is for use as a headband.
That's all from the Old Land Cruisers, the cycling world's fashionistas.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Day 16: Dress Code
Total: 1126
Knowing that we would encounter many strangers on the road, it's important that Bill and I adhere to the highest standards of decorum. The pictures represent our formal attire with Mick's bandanna tie pic. Bill's glamor wear for a night at the motel, while plotting our course for the next day requires serious attention to the motel dress code. Finally, where else would you find campus casual attire, but at the bar with Billy. You will note that we bring an air of sophistication to each photograph which befits the occasion. One such occasion is dining at Mickey Ds. We certainly turn heads as we enter any of these fine establishments.
Cyclist's Observation: Never ask someone under 20 for directions.
We forced ourselves to leave College Station and Ann and Kevin's comfort inn! For Bill and I it was another day on the road and 60 miles less to go. We arrived in Cameron, Texas fairly early and had a pleasant day on the road with no flats. Let me repeat, a pleasant day on the road with no flats. Bill's quad began to ache after about 25 miles so the pace was a controlled 13 mph against a mild head wind.
Knowing that we would encounter many strangers on the road, it's important that Bill and I adhere to the highest standards of decorum. The pictures represent our formal attire with Mick's bandanna tie pic. Bill's glamor wear for a night at the motel, while plotting our course for the next day requires serious attention to the motel dress code. Finally, where else would you find campus casual attire, but at the bar with Billy. You will note that we bring an air of sophistication to each photograph which befits the occasion. One such occasion is dining at Mickey Ds. We certainly turn heads as we enter any of these fine establishments.
Not swift, not suave, and certainly not sure of our present location, 
we are the Old Land Cruisers.
we are the Old Land Cruisers.Day 15: Shopping and Tour
Cyclist's Observation: If you're going to carry something 3000 miles you better have a use for it.As we take a short break from cycling, I thought I would give you an idea of how little you need to live day to day on a bicycle. Please refer to the picture of both bikes fully loaded for travel, along with Bill's backpack. That's it! Thoreau was extravagant when he went to the woods. Of course we have cash, credit cards and home equity lines of credit!
Today was my day to check my credit line at the local bike shop, Aggieland Cycling. I bought two new tires, six tubes, two patch kits, cycling gloves, and had my wheel trued. Steve (see pic) was my main man at the shop and he got me rollin again. I also tried on cycling shorts that pushed out more fleshy parts of my body then the shorts I'm wearing with the hole! I got a patch kit for the hole and we'll see how long my body parts can be contained. 
The rest of the day Austin acted as our tour guide. We walked the Texas A&M campus and went to the Bush Library and Museum. We returned to the house where Bill began more intensive rehabilitation (see pic). 
The ice seemed to help his sore muscles, but the beer was good for his sole. This day of recovery was essential to our mental and physical health and Austin and Ann have been great hosts (see pic). Another week or two in College Station would be nice; however, the road is long and Texas is wide.
The ice seemed to help his sore muscles, but the beer was good for his sole. This day of recovery was essential to our mental and physical health and Austin and Ann have been great hosts (see pic). Another week or two in College Station would be nice; however, the road is long and Texas is wide.
Tomorrow it's time for the Old Land Cruisers to saddle up and ride'm.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Day 14: Can This Be True?
Total: 1066 miles
In the book "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" the author, Robert Pirsig, refers to "gumption traps." He describes them as the bumps on the road that keep you from accomplishing a designated task. Today was the "mother" of all gumption traps. This was the first day I have ever had double digit flats, 10 total! My rear end hurts from the bike seat, my calves and quads hurt from peddling, but at dinner it was my hands cramping from repairing tires all day. Bill's pump is terrific and in a short time I will have to buy him a new one.We limped into College Station, Texas late the day after traveling 63 miles at 11 mph against a fierce head wind. For all of you non-math majors, this was an average of one flat every 6.2 miles (10,000 meters or 10 kilometers). Over the last 150 miles or so my tires disintegrated and it was impossible to do anything except ride on and fit flat after flat after flat!
Let me tell you that this was our lucky day! We are staying with Ann and Austin Daily who are members of the Affordable Travel Club for seniors. Since I had two flats less than 2 miles from their home, Austin started looking for us in the car. Ann provided beer shortly after we arrived and then they took us to dinner with other ATC members, Anne and Kevin O'Neill. Tomorrow we will hit the bike shops and I will buy new tires, tubes, shorts, gloves, and anything else that will help me get to San Diego, California. We will also tour Texas A&M and the Bush Library. Let me explain a little more about our dinner experience. As we entered the restaurant a group of coeds (maybe 12 to 15 total) were ahead of us in line. They were celebrating a birthday, but one, Laini had just gotten engaged (see ring picture).
They shared the birthday cookie (cake) with us and gathered for a group photo (see picture). Not a bad ending for a couple of old geezers on bikes and believe me we needed a hefty shot of optimism.
This is the Old Land Cruisers still trying to suck it up on the road.
In the book "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" the author, Robert Pirsig, refers to "gumption traps." He describes them as the bumps on the road that keep you from accomplishing a designated task. Today was the "mother" of all gumption traps. This was the first day I have ever had double digit flats, 10 total! My rear end hurts from the bike seat, my calves and quads hurt from peddling, but at dinner it was my hands cramping from repairing tires all day. Bill's pump is terrific and in a short time I will have to buy him a new one.We limped into College Station, Texas late the day after traveling 63 miles at 11 mph against a fierce head wind. For all of you non-math majors, this was an average of one flat every 6.2 miles (10,000 meters or 10 kilometers). Over the last 150 miles or so my tires disintegrated and it was impossible to do anything except ride on and fit flat after flat after flat!
Let me tell you that this was our lucky day! We are staying with Ann and Austin Daily who are members of the Affordable Travel Club for seniors. Since I had two flats less than 2 miles from their home, Austin started looking for us in the car. Ann provided beer shortly after we arrived and then they took us to dinner with other ATC members, Anne and Kevin O'Neill. Tomorrow we will hit the bike shops and I will buy new tires, tubes, shorts, gloves, and anything else that will help me get to San Diego, California. We will also tour Texas A&M and the Bush Library. Let me explain a little more about our dinner experience. As we entered the restaurant a group of coeds (maybe 12 to 15 total) were ahead of us in line. They were celebrating a birthday, but one, Laini had just gotten engaged (see ring picture).
They shared the birthday cookie (cake) with us and gathered for a group photo (see picture). Not a bad ending for a couple of old geezers on bikes and believe me we needed a hefty shot of optimism.
This is the Old Land Cruisers still trying to suck it up on the road.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Day 13: Rain, Rain, Go Away
Total: 1003 miles
This morning the storm warnings delayed our departure from Kountze, Texas. During breakfast we watched a storm roll through and decided to wait until the sky cleared. The roads were clear and smooth with a wide shoulder most of the way to Conroe, Texas.As with any journey, there are bumps in the road. Actually, several bumps today. First, the storm rolled through and left behind the winds from Saturn. I'm sure you'll remember that Saturn was the mythical god that devoured his young. I'm not sure he devoured us, but he took a serious bite out of Bill's quad muscle. We limped along for 77 miles at a little under 13 mph. As for the second bump, it hurt! We had 15 to 20 mph head winds allllllll day! Finally, the last bump was when I added another flat to my collection. Tomorrow we are planning for an earlier start in hopes of avoiding some of the head winds.
The old sons of Saturn still cruisin!
This morning the storm warnings delayed our departure from Kountze, Texas. During breakfast we watched a storm roll through and decided to wait until the sky cleared. The roads were clear and smooth with a wide shoulder most of the way to Conroe, Texas.As with any journey, there are bumps in the road. Actually, several bumps today. First, the storm rolled through and left behind the winds from Saturn. I'm sure you'll remember that Saturn was the mythical god that devoured his young. I'm not sure he devoured us, but he took a serious bite out of Bill's quad muscle. We limped along for 77 miles at a little under 13 mph. As for the second bump, it hurt! We had 15 to 20 mph head winds allllllll day! Finally, the last bump was when I added another flat to my collection. Tomorrow we are planning for an earlier start in hopes of avoiding some of the head winds.
The old sons of Saturn still cruisin!
Day 12: Texas Two Peddle
Total: 926 miles
It's going to take a loooooog time to peddle across Texas. We started today from deQuincy, Louisiana and found a great breakfast at the Silver Dollar Casino right before we crossed the Texas border. As we started out the door of the motel I found my front tire was flat. The cycling gremlins must have sucked the air out during the night. After about an hour on the road we started to get a light drizzle, then it rained for most of the remaining 70 miles. We averaged a soggy 14 mph and arrived in Kountze, Texas early in the afternoon. Billy Bob (aka Bill, everyone in Texas has two first names) did laundry while I iced my Achilles.I feel the days will blend together as we cross Texas, but I'm sure we'll meet some interesting characters along the way.
Soggy Old Land Cruisers over and out.
It's going to take a loooooog time to peddle across Texas. We started today from deQuincy, Louisiana and found a great breakfast at the Silver Dollar Casino right before we crossed the Texas border. As we started out the door of the motel I found my front tire was flat. The cycling gremlins must have sucked the air out during the night. After about an hour on the road we started to get a light drizzle, then it rained for most of the remaining 70 miles. We averaged a soggy 14 mph and arrived in Kountze, Texas early in the afternoon. Billy Bob (aka Bill, everyone in Texas has two first names) did laundry while I iced my Achilles.I feel the days will blend together as we cross Texas, but I'm sure we'll meet some interesting characters along the way.
Soggy Old Land Cruisers over and out.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Day 11: Bad Hair Day
Total miles: 856
Today we had a nice ride, but as luck would have it the convenience of a motel cut us a Iittle short. We traveled 68 miles at 14+ mph. A slight head wind slowed our progress for part of the day. The really good news was NO BRIDGES!
It now seems time to share something more personal about our ride. As you might expect Bill and I both have the necessary cycling attire. This includes padded shorts, a nice jersey, padded gloves, clip-in shoes, and a helmet. My shorts now have a hole about the size of a quarter and the hole gets bigger each day. My jersey sags and now has grease on the front from repairing my flat for the day. However, the true continuing humiliation can only be represented by the photo Bill took (see picture).
Bad hair day, hat head, or mohawk you pick the name.
Today we had a nice ride, but as luck would have it the convenience of a motel cut us a Iittle short. We traveled 68 miles at 14+ mph. A slight head wind slowed our progress for part of the day. The really good news was NO BRIDGES!
It now seems time to share something more personal about our ride. As you might expect Bill and I both have the necessary cycling attire. This includes padded shorts, a nice jersey, padded gloves, clip-in shoes, and a helmet. My shorts now have a hole about the size of a quarter and the hole gets bigger each day. My jersey sags and now has grease on the front from repairing my flat for the day. However, the true continuing humiliation can only be represented by the photo Bill took (see picture).
Bad hair day, hat head, or mohawk you pick the name. It's not the name that counts, it's the funny looks you get when you go into the local diner for lunch with the construction workers. Remember my shorts have a hole, so Bill follows me everywhere. We're still trying to get to Texas. Yehawww!
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