Carol & Ken Lyon's Cross-Country Ramblings

The written-as-it-happened reflections of a couple of middle-age non-athletes as they travel across America on their recumbent bicycles.
 

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Part I:
Ventura, CA to High Island, TX
April-June 1996

Introduction & Links

1: New Bikes!

2: Anticipation

3: Leaving All

4: Fear, Courage and Foolishness

5: First Pass, First Desert

6: Drivers

7: Sun, Hills and Wind

8: In the Morning

9: Trying to Get Out of California

10: People Never Cease to Amaze

11: In the Afternoon

12: Attitude

13: Real Mountains

14: Harleys

15: A Tale of Two Cities

16: Life After Globe

17: Chateaubriand for Two

18: 2 Down, 5 To Go

19: We're Back!

20: A Hilltop Experience

21: Refiner's Fire

22: Beyond Balmorhea

23: Mid-Course Corrections

24: Out of the Desert

25: Flat and Wet

26: We Declare Victory

27: Reflections

Part II: 
Houston, TX to St. Augustine, FL
March-April 1998

28: Anticipation--Again!

29: First Day

30: High Island...Again

31: Roads and Bridges

32: Acadiana!

33: Across the Father of all Waters

34: BicycleLand

35: Event-Filled Sunday

36: Dauphin Island, Alabama

37: Louisiana & West Texas Culture

38: Reality Checks

39: Body, Mind & Soul

40: My Dad

41: It is Finished!

42: Awards

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Cross-Country Ramble 38: Reality Checks

Date: 4/5/98 11:32:32 PM Eastern Daylight Time

"This time, if we're experiencing a problem on our trip, let's talk about it and not just hope it goes away," I say to Ken as I remember problems with knees, ankles, hills, long distances and heat from the Western phase of our trip. Ken mumbles, "Sure."

Our resolve was put to the test in less than a week of riding. Ken's ankles were hurting and we're only in High Island, Texas. We reminded ourselves of our resolve to face reality. Ken called our insurance company's Nurse Help Line for advice. If there's swelling, cool down the ankles. Apply heat to help healing. Wrap the ankles in ace bandages. And stop cycling. We rested one day. For the next several nights Ken soaked the motel bath towels in hot water and wrapped them around his ankles like giant ankle weights. This seems to help. He religiously wrapped his ankles each morning. Within a week the pain went away and didn't return. 

Our next big reality test is drivers in Biloxi, Mississippi. They are the worst we have ever seen. They rarely move over even when there is room in another lane. Ken has two orange bicycle flags that flare on each side of his bicycle. The top of each flag is about a foot out from the handlebar and Ken's head. They help drivers to see us. In Biloxi, it doesn't make any difference. Most drivers try to come as close as they can. Finally, a large furniture delivery truck scrapes against Ken's flag down the whole length of its side. Bicycle rage wells up within me. Finally, we pull off the road. The white sand beach is on our right side. I can't enjoy any of it. I am shaking from anger and fear. We decide to try another route through Biloxi and stop at the first available motel.

That night in our room we ask ourselves, "What are we going to do?" Maybe the traffic won't be so bad tomorrow. Wait! Time for reality thinking. We agree it's simply too dangerous for us to bike here. We have to find a way out of town. I call rental car companies. Perhaps we can drive ourselves out of Biloxi. No luck, we have to return the car to Biloxi. How about a U-haul? For $700 we can drive from Biloxi to Mobile and leave the truck there. There has got to be a cheaper alternative. I call a cab company. It's $75 to go from Biloxi to Grand Bay, Alabama, a rural area. We decide it's worth the cost. Next morning the cab picks us up. We put the bikes in the trunk and we're on our way. We're dropped in a nice rural area and bike on to Dauphin Island.

Food has presented two problems. First is getting enough of it and second is getting it at the right time. My evil twin shows up when I am hungry. Strangely, I'm always surprised when she shows up me because I don't feel hungry. A typical hunger event happened the day we left Dauphin Island. I have a good breakfast before our ferry ride to the next island. We have a small snack as we get off the ferry. Ken and I bike towards Orange Beach. It's about 11. We're biking against the wind. We have only 25 miles to go today. At mile 5, I feel like I'm biking through Jell-O, not getting anyplace. By mile 10 I need a rest. We stop. I think this is an ugly place. We start out again. Every pedal rotation is an effort. At mile 15 we stop. Ken suggests we have a snack. I don't want any food. I agree to eat something. It tastes terrible. We start again. Doesn't this dumb place have any restaurants? We pedal on. At mile 20 a small store appears. We go inside and get a coke. The shelves are mostly empty of any food. We go outside and sit down to drink our cokes. I have a biscuit we saved from Ken's breakfast. I lay down. I don't want to bike anymore. It must be at least 5:00. Ken says its 1:00. I rest more and finally agree to bike a little farther. At about 2:00 we arrive at a restaurant. I don't want to eat. My stomach is upset. I'm upset. Ken cajoles me into at least ordering something. I order a hamburger. It arrives. I taste it. Not too bad. I eat it.

Within what seems like minutes I'm feeling better, smiling and joking and embarrassed at my evil twin's attitude. That night we discuss the food problem again. We agree breakfast before 10:00 AM is necessary. I agree that regularly scheduled food stops are necessary whether I feel hungry or not. So far it is working. We check our map before we start out and figure out where food stops might be available. We carry along snacks that I really like and we stop regularly. Biking is now a lot more pleasant for both of us.

Ken and I occasionally have a Scarlett O'Hara method of operating. "We'll think about that tomorrow." Dealing with our problems as we go has certainly make this second phase of our trip so much easier.

Carol

Itinerary (days from Ventura, CA, in ( )'s)

  • Day 28-29 (87-88) Bonifay, FL
  • Day 30 (89) Marianna, FL
  • Day 31 (90) Quincy, FL
  • Day 32-33 (91-92) Tallahassee, FL

We've biked 861 miles since Houston; 2624 since Ventura.

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