A 450-mile bicycle ride protesting the BP Oil Spill.
Aug 28, 2010 · Comments (0)
After a long week of college residency, I was more than ready to hit the road. I have been eating restaurant style food all week and it finally caught up with me. My stomach got to feeling really odd the night before I had to begin my trek home. I went to bed early to get enough rest and to get an early start.
Ride Home, Day 1 Route
It was about 9:30 AM when I hit the road. Riding earlier in the day tends to mean cooler weather and less traffic. Navigating unfamiliar roads after dark is not fun or safe. Since I didn’t want to ride too far on the first day for fear of overdoing it, I only went about 38 miles to Brinnon, WA.
Don’t go in there.
I passed a sleeping deer along the way. (Why he chose to lay so close to the road I’ll never know.)
The camera stayed in its bag for most of the day. All I wanted to do was ride, ride, ride. For a little while I imagined that I could make it home by nightfall.
The road was long and boring. Visual markers make any ride more interesting. It’s good to see things come and go.
Leaving the forest.
Some people expressed worry that traveling such a long distance by bike is unsafe. There have been very few times where I’ve felt that my safety was compromised. Usually there’s plenty of shoulder to ride on.
Taking a different route home made things a little more interesting but for the most part I’ve found myself hypnotized by the passing street and ending up deep in thought.
For 25 miles I pondered about why that deer would lay so close to the road and why he pretended to stay asleep when I offered him a banana.
More pretty scenery.
Once at the hotel, it felt like I had another hour or so in me. Still, it was a good start and a satisfyingly uneventful ride for the first day. The only thing that stuck out for me was what happened at dinner.
After checking into my room, I walked a block to the local restaurant and ordered some food. I had my camera with me and took a few photos.
When I snapped a shot of my plate after finishing my meal, the waitress turned around and said, “What was that?”
I told her it was my camera and added that I just got it and am in the process of learning how to use it.
“I’ve been taking pictures of everything!” I said.
“Oh. I thought you found something in your food are were gonna sue us or something!” she replied.
When did we become so afraid? Why do we think cameras mean money lost? Why do people think that bike riding is any more dangerous than speeding around in a metal box at 80 mph?