Shit done changed. A wholly trinity of delta.
One, we’ve got a young woman with an S on her chest in position to give Buffalo back to it’s residents. India Walton is walking the walk in Buffalo and it has both sides of the establishment scrambling for answers they won’t find. Corrupt democrats in bed with trump allies to resist winds of change better get a late pass. The generational shift from Boomer to Millenial been in effect — step! Folks wanna go commando and get their panties in a bunch over the word “Socialism”? Ok, check any speech ever from Eugene V Debs (the only person ever to run for US President from prison), otherwise you might keep that little word insecurity to yourself. This a local election in a city with 1.3 degrees of departure. We know and love each other out here on these streets.
So. Moving along.
In a literal counter-revolutionary move, we reverse the direction in which we are pedaling this GAP/C&O ride. That’s right, Kara, Chad and I have decided to ride backwards from Pittsburgh to DC!
I’m fucking with you.
We actually are now pedaling forward from DC to Pittsburgh. Basically we were offer a ride and the generosity and assurance of a new friend named Fred made this change a reality. We won’t have to worry about a train ride or rental car back up. The trail magic is all around and we haven’t even begun.
Lastly on my threesome of knuckle ball change ups, comes a substitute in for my beloved Raleigh Sojourn — the badass All City Space Horse. The southern tier took its toll. My Sojourn is still in need of some overhaul coming off 3,000 miles from sea to shining sea. My Space Horse is the commuting rig, and it’s built like a tank. Just a few minor upgrades, a solid tuneup and a food cleaning do her well. Bye bye pizza rack, hello front and rear touring racks. Hello extra water bottle cages. Hello handlebar bag and flag pole. Check check check and ready to roll.