First off, I’m back on form! I must have slept for over ten hours and woke up ready for pedaling. Note to self – MUST drink more fluids.
The sun doesn’t take any prisoners ðŸŒžâ€¼ï¸
Today started out by heading north east, on our old faithful highway 22. We got a couple of thumbs up from some locals in Lancaster and one asking ‘Where you going’ – this sentence was repeatedly asked when we were on the Trans America route. Previously, we would find it quite amusing because EVERYONE asked us again and again but today it sounded comforting. So.. We replied ‘New York’. With a jaw dropping ‘Your Crazy’. I laughed ðŸ˜€
This not so very SUBTLE sign also made me laugh. I don’t think it’s nice but I can’t believe it’s so blunt!
We had a brief stop at Somerset. A lovely picturesque town.
After a light bite we headed out to Zanesvile, to The Three Sixty Cycle shop. Andy had a grinding sound coming from the bearings in his front wheel. This was worrying especially because we’ve got around 500 miles left to cycle, including the Appalachian mountains.
Job sorted by Anson.
Back on our bikes to Cambridge. Feeling safe in the cycle lane.
But we’ve got them figured out and watch for them, in our mirrors. We’ve got use to cycling on the right hand side and understand the traffic light system, just red to stop and green to go. There’s also a light system which is like a gentlemans agreement system, if you get there first you can go, and if your second you wait and so on.
These rumble strips can be placed in the middle of cycle lanes.
We bobbed in and out of these a couple of times.
Away from the busy City.