The Boxer

Maybe this street sign made me ride a little faster today.

The Best Little Pie Shop in Montana 

Resting my bike after a sprint up Rt. 93

Sometimes while riding there are days I feel like a washed up boxer. I’m not going to win and I’m going to take a lot of punches and my legs will feel rubbery and almost buckle but I’m determined to always go the distance. Today was not one of those days! I felt fast and strong like one of the strong young riders. My short time with Cindy, hiking and sleeping in a real bed rejuvenated me. Today’s ride was a breeze even though Rt. 93 was definitely dangerous. Again, as on most of these Northern Montana roads, there was a very narrow shoulder or no shoulder at all. Logging trucks zoomed past us at 70 mph. There were a few short back roads that ran parallel to 93 that we were able to take. One of these roads was the Tobacco Road. For a minute I thought I must have made a wrong turn and was in the Deep South. Tobacco Road lead right to Eureka, Montana where we’re staying in the local high school. Jim, the school’s superintendent has given us complete run of the school. He’s also a bike rider and he’s rounded up some of his teachers to ride with us tomorrow. They’re going to show was some less traveled roads. Lincoln County High School isn’t some backwoods three room school. It’s a modern mid-sized high school with around 800 students. I can’t imagine a superintendent in the Pittsburgh Area opening their school to a band of biking gypsies. In two days we’ll be in Idaho, where we’ll have another rest day. This will be medicine for “The Old Washed Up Boxer.”