Hoping for a Tail Wind

I’ve bikes two nations, eight states/provinces, mountains, valleys, plains, rivers, lakes, farms, and more. Two things have remained constant: corn fields and barking dogs.

Corn has been grown in every corner I’ve been to. Which I expected. The dogs, not so much. Dogs have chased me down the road, they barked from inside houses, I’ve heard them howling a mile away. I wasn’t sure why and I’m still not sure.

Either way, when I get home, I’m popping some popcorn and spending with Isis, my best friend.

I spent all day thinking of that title.

Folks in Michigan show you were they live by pointing to a place on their hand. The thinking is that Michigan is shaped like a hand. So in effect, I’ve been through the middle, ring and pinky fingers. Now I’m heading across the palm on the way to the thumb.

I met some new mates from the UK, Andy and Dave. They are biking from LA to NYC. Andy and Dave have a fetish for eating at Subways across America, but today I convinced them to partake in the $6 all you can eat Mexican buffet in Bay City.

Clever huh?