Hello again. Yesterday I it made over to Oregon by crossing a 4.2 mile bridge of treachery. It might have been the most dangerous thing I'll have to do this whole trip. Two narrow lanes and just over a foot of shoulder. I kept an exhausting pace of 20 mi. an hour most of the way while nursing a busted knee (ten ibuprofrin seemed to help a little). When I got to the other side I criuse around a little, found a cheap motel, cleaned up, and then cruised around a little more checking out the town. Let me tell you that after a day of hauling around a huge load for forty+ miles and four+ hours there is no better treat than dropping off your load and pedalling around on what seems to be a feather weight bike. Astoria, Or. is a cool little place. I stopped in to a bar for a beer and a bite to eat an immediately made a friend. He also happened to work at the local bike shop and used to live in Olympia. We actually knew some of the same people. He was also on his bike so we downed the beers and cruised around as he showed me the hot spots. One of which being a very new brew house that rocked. we had some dinner and then scooted over to another cool joint called the Voodoo Room. All classed out with hipster/ rockabilly adornments. The bartender looked like he was birthed and raised there with slicked back hair and one greasy, curly bang hanging down his forehead like Johnny Depp in Crybaby. Scott, my bike buddy offered to let me stay at his house the next night if I wanted to stick around town but today is just too beautiful not to ride. So I dropped my bike off at his shop this morning so he could get some things in better shape and I'm taking the time to blog. Rad.
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