Sunday Evening 1 October
Day 22
Outskirts of Livingston, not much here. McDonalds, Burger King, Subway, Taste of India. Martha and I didn’t want to risk Indian Food in ‘bama, so we went for the King. My whopper had too much ketchup. Big John and Debbie went for McD’s. They were out of ketchup. Doc Jon went for Taste of India, said it was good. I forgot to ask if they had ketchup. Karen Ann and Brent chose subway, which they ate in the motel lobby. I told Karen Ann, “look like you’re happy, even if you’re not.” She laughed.
Brent and Karen Ann inspire me. They ride this tour together most of of the time, with smiles on their faces, seeming to savor every moment.
Brent’s rear derailleur broke today. He’s riding the rest of the way to Savannah with only his front triple. Tomorrow will be a good test – 128 miles, and hills.