Well rested and well fed from our stay with the Wengers, Clint and I put our bikes in order and on a cool but sunny morning we made our goodbyes and continued our westward journey. Only a few more million peddles strokes to go!
While in Chapin we were interviewed by the local television station,channel 10 and that evening Clint and I made the evening news. We talked about our cause and our goal and also asked folks that saw us on the road to honk and say hello. Chapin is a small town and it was quiet when we passed through, but still we were surprised by the number of people that beeped and waved. At one intersection a woman called out my name and I assumed she had seen the broadcast the evening before our earlier that morning but it turns out she had sailed on the Schooner Nathaniel Bowditch with me a few years before and what a coincidence that we should meet up so far from Maine. Once again Clint and I are reminded of what a small world it is.
A headwind, plus the fact that we had been off the bikes for nearly a week, was slowing us a little and just as we were getting back into the rhythm of things Clint received a gash in his rear tire from what looked like an old lawn mower blade that was buried in a pile of leaves and debris along the shoulder. A local Rite Aid was across the street and we headed there to make repairs.
Clint examined the damage and decided that the hole was much larger than his patch kit would repair so using a spare that I was carrying we switched tires. During this time a number of people stopped by and mentioned they had seen us on the news. A man gave us some money for food and said he would go online to our website and make a donation there also. How fortunate for us to have that flat tire.