Pizza
We are sitting at an all you can eat buffet called Mr. Gatti’s (on par with Feces Pizza). This place has Wi-fi and all you can eat and drink- so it’s basically heaven for bicycle tourists. I’ll be honest with you. The only thing that gets me through the endless miles is thinking about pizza. I’m practically a Ninja Turtle.
We’ve made it to the dessert pizza round now so we’re about to call a forklift to get out the door. I’m so full right now it’s hard to think or type.
Upon our arrival in Kentucky we were literally greeted at the state line by a friendly man who invited us to his law office for (very meaty) chili and hot chocolate. So far he is the second friendly Southern lawyer who has taken us in and treated us like gold. His friend is a state representative who gave us his card and said to call if we ran into any trouble with the law. So basically we have been granted immunity in Kentucky. I’m planning on robbing a bank before we leave the state.
We decided to accept the lawyer’s offer to let us stay (in his dead mothers house) that night and we spent the afternoon in Albany walking around a fall festival that they were having. There were a lot of tents and we were observing the strange carni-esque types that work the festival circuit. There was a lot of airbrushing and fried food. People were staring at us because of Jared’s beard.
Yesterday the sun finally came out for the first time in eons. It’s much easier to ride in the cold when you are not sopping wet. We are being forced to acclimate to the cold weather now because they are having a cold spell here.
On to Louisville, which I hear is a pretty cool town. We will be staying with some hosts from Warmshowers.org who are vegetarian, so no more cramming meat down our throats.
Well, it’s time to get back on the bikes, though I can’t fathom what it’s going to be like pedaling up those hills with a stomach this full. It’s time for us to invest in some experimental weather balloons and float on up to Chicago.
-L
I was there too.
-J
The locals were eyeballing you, trying to decipher wether or not you are the signifying the homecoming of the lost prophet.
After reading all of your blog entries in an hour I realized that LAR does all of the writing. I never put it together before today. so this is really just L-trains blog. Jared does the colors. Lar I love your blog!
she went to college.
Yeah aint ya jist hait them dang educates. Even git all the good dope an think their to fancy to play the scratch lotto.
So what? You got a master’s degree? What you my master now?
It looks so pretty! Hope you kids are having a good trip. Glad you’re drying out! Happy riding : )
oregon yo….nice hippies,good food great herb great country roads
screw you and your oregon
I think you should spend November roaming around Kentucky, then head on up to Chicago sometime in December. Chicago is really nice in December.
Why can I post a photo?! That is wonderful.
Hobo pinup rocket what?!
Hobo pinup LIPSTICK rocket. notice the well defined belly pooch, it is a rare occurence.
Were you haunted by the lawyer’s spooky dead mother’s ghost?
happy!
Being dry is good, being dry and eating pizza is better. Happy pedaling.