100 miles into Virginia - Old Flying Farts Bicycling Club
Old Flying Farts Bicycling Club
Left this morning and immediately climbed a long hill.  It was misty and my glasses fogged up.  It was a rather scary down hill half blind.  We came down into a river valley and soon crossed the border into Virginia.  The route was a nice change from yesterday.  We rode through a river valley gradually climbing.  The road was labeled the Virginia Heritage Coal Trail.  We passed a number of mines and businesses that serviced and equipped the mines.
The road followed a river with steep cliffs on the opposite side.  Kudzu was everywhere, even draping the cliff walls.
With all the coal the area had a grimy appearance.
We steadily climbed up through the Valley arriving for lunch in Claypool Hill after 58 miles.  After an hour we continued toward Tazewell with mountains on our right.  Just before Tazewell we turned south into the mountains.  We began a steep climb up the mountain.  The road was bordered by thick kudzu that completely blotted out every thing else.  It was steep but not as steep as the past few days.
We had a beautiful view of the farm lands below.  All in all the climb was worth the view.  We had climbed over 1000 feet.
At the top we(I) held onto the brakes.  The road was full of curves with patches of sand and gravel.  At the bottom we had dropped 1000 feet.  We  then rode through a pleasant valley and the started another little climb that turned into a big climb matching what we had just come down.
One more down and we prayed that was the last big climb of the day.  It was.
For those who thought my licking dog was no big deal yesterday, I had two good dog chases.  The first was at 90 miles and the other at 91.  I thought I made two really good sprints for so late in the day.  I'm sure if they had caught me they would have ripped me to shreds.
We hit 100 in Ceres, Virginia but there was no place to stay so we trucked to Wytheville.  A nice motel, a good dinner and some time to rest.  It looks like about 5 days to go.  Getting excited.
7/29/2010 21:10:58

There is some very beautiful country in Virginia, and the notion you made a free-fall into the state is amusing. Don't worry, the kudzu will break your fall. That damn plant is going to strangle the enter south of the US. Ah, and who would've thought a non-native species would be so pesky?

I swear southern dogs can smell northern blood. I can hear this in their canine minds: "Yankees! Them there are good eating!"

By my reckoning, Don, you've only got about 300 - 350 miles in front of you before reaching Yorktown. I am thinking you will be there by Monday evening, Tuesday afternoon tops.

Oh, I contacted the southern branch of the motorcycle gang The Outlaws and told them you said nasty things about their bikes. I think this will speed you along your way since those bastards will be in hot pursuit.

Love to you good people!

7/29/2010 21:18:39

I had to leave one more comment after looking at the Week 6 pictures.

The reason the cardinal is the state bird of Virginia is because they are everywhere. In the spring one sees flashes of red in trees, shrubs and even on the ground. What's more, the cardinals are having sex. Lots of it. It's like those damn birds are engaging in an Olympic sport. There are cardinals fucking over every square inch of Virginia in the spring.

Like they say, Virginia is for lovers... especially if one is a cardinal.

debi hool
7/29/2010 22:23:53

It is nice to see you are in the final days.. Saturday is Rod's 52nd birthday! Make sure you give him a big kiss for his birthday!!

Bonbbon Damnit
8/2/2010 23:59:54

If I remember, you are going into prettier country. I am following your "ups" and "downs" of the road and still maintain that it would be easier in a motorized vehicle. Well, maybe not if you had to stop 40 times/day to serve refreshments. All of you deserve a giant gold star, except for Rod who deserves a birthday cake!


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    Don Ballingall

    I am a retired elementary school teacher.  Married with a daughter and two wonderful grandchildren.
    I have ridden across the United states at  ages 38, 50 and 60.
    So why not try it again at 70.


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