Well, today I learned what it feels like to wake up on a bicycle.
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Well, today I learned what it feels like to wake up on a bicycle.
I've had an interesting evolution of thought this week around the legal requirement to ride "as far to the right as practicable." Practicable is not defined in law. It shouldn't be because so many variables affect what the best lane position is at any given moment. When asked where the safest place to ride on the road is my mentor would answer "it depends." So people get to define what practicable means to them which is why so many people ride so many different ways... Oops - my train is leaving Woonsocket. Gotta go.
Cultures. Kadoka sheriff & police chief. Riding through two reservations. Hutterites made us lunch today. RASDAK is more than a ride.
Domino! Funny bike rodeo story...as we were finishing up the on bike activity the girl failed to apply the brakes and ran into another child on a bike. These kids are 9-ish years old. We gathered in the shade for my tales from the RASDAK road portion. This includes demonstrating my items for protection, hydration, nutrition (M&Ms), on bike repair. Also following the rules of the road, signaling, etc. Finally, how I ride on the sidewalk and what I do at intersections. By now I have a good rapport with these kids...trust me, I'm down with the 9's demographic. After stressing helmet use again, she said she doesn't wear one. She doesn't crash. "Dude, 5 minutes ago you crashed."
100 miles today. Presho to Wessington Springs. Stop for lunch at a Hutterite Colony. Now we’re talking!
I've done a terrible job of laundry management. I've been spending too much time outside the Spoke-n-Sport truck. I might be a stinky guy by Saturday.
After the miles I've ridden in my life it's a small bit shameful that this will be my first experience with the product. I guess my relationship with my bicycle has arrived at a whole new level of intimacy. Today is a chamois butter day.
My tribe.
Our playtime in the Badlands has come to an end. We're getting down to the business of EAST. After we leave Kadoka I don't think we have to turn right or left for 80 miles.
Here is a herd of horses I chased away between Wanblee and Kadoka today.
It's 4:30am in Wall. I'm listening carefully for the first Garmin GPS to chirp.
I was told this ride was 515 miles. It seems there are shorter ways.
Day 1: Rapid City to Interior. The road, the one not taken & thumbs up from Gene. It's the one not taken that could bring me back.
Being in Rapid City the day before the start is wonderful. We rented Acme Bicycles and rode Hanson-Larsen Memorial Park. Then we enjoyed food truck fish tacos by Rapid Creek. I really like Rapid City.
When in Rome...do what those who visit Rome do.
I have the best view at the Firehouse Brewing Company in Rapid City.
Home for a couple nights. Central States Fairgrounds. Rapid City. We launch from here Sunday.
South Dakota treats and break from the bus ride near Chamberlain. Overheard a rather concerned voice ask the visitor center attendee, "we have a question. Is it always so windy?" Her name is Dignity. Standing at a crossroads, Dignity echoes the intersection of earth, sky and people. It brings to light the beauty and promise of the indigenous peoples and culture that still thrives on this land. The intent is to have the sculpture stand as an enduring symbol of our shared belief that all here are sacred, and in a sacred place. -- Dale Claude Lamphere, sculptor, South Dakota Artist Laureate