Quick post today. The laptop is running low on batteries. We're in Baker City, OR. Almost to the Idaho border. There's a motorcycle rally going on here this weekend; a lot of old fat guys thinking they look tough in chaps. They don't. We climbed two passes today, with hundreds of motorcycles wizzing by. Right after cresting the second pass, Sumpter Pass, there was a guy layed out on the pavement, evidently he had been launched from his bike. He was alive, but moaning a lot. Exhibit D as to why motorcycles have deservedly been given the nickname Graveyard Ponies.
Check out the Flickr stream for some new photos, including some new ones of Santiam Pass.
One other thing: we passed the 1000 mile mark yesterday or the day before. It's hard to tell considering that neither of us have cycling computers, so that mark is fairly conservative. I wouldn't doubt it if we were closer to the 1100 or 1200 mile mark....
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I can't wait until those old fat guys read this and catch up to you on their hogs.
Dr. Mr. Aaron,
Why biking not quickly?
-Marty (also, above 30)haz
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