Stage 3: Like Ugly on Ape. 66 mile ride to Tillamook OR
Stage 3: Like Ugly on Ape. 66 mile ride to Tillamook OR
Dr. Evil has been getting all bent about not pulling ‘his weigh’, so today he insists on hooking the 60lbs of BOB to his 15lb C-15 Colnago. I head backwards to the post office, to send off unnecessary items (underwear, extra Mr Tuffy’s, etc.) and he takes off like a possessed being. 35 miles of chasing and I’ve logged my first flat. Rain is scheduled again, though it’s lighter and warmer than yesterday, we’ve still got a decent head wind to keep us company. Due to the weather, we decided to take it easy today, and hit out hard in tomorrow’s ‘sunshine’ which will greet us with ‘flat bendy roads’.
(OTHER). My brother flew home to Canada from Sweden for 2 weeks to cook a friend’s wedding cake. If you’re thinking of doing this for the first time, be warned that it’s a tough task, but the Toad pulled it off with flying colors. He also asked yours truly to be the best man at his own wedding, stating that he’d be thrilled to have me, and they’re nervous about what I might say in a speech. Hmmm. Where do you think he would get the idea that I don’t think before I talk…
Back to Oregon. It’s a cool state, but they still let people smoke in public places, which really, uh, stinks. Dr Evil’s computers tell him that he climbed more today with BOB than I did in the previous 3 stages combined. He had some 1.5 to 2 mile grades though the woods, the trees, and fog would make this landscape ideal for hiding your personal spacecraft (not to space aliens). Tillamook seems to be on the brink of becoming a ghost town, though the smoking, toothless guy at the tavern claimed it has the world’s largest cheese factory.
