Ride to Parkersburg, WV
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Ride to Parkersburg, WV
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 With visions of royalty, our little princess waits for her loyal servant Bubbleboy Joe to fetch her feather boa, tiara, and long silky gloves from her carriage so she can be appropriately attired for a jaunt across the countryside.
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 Luke balks when Joe asks him to prepare his sunscreen. For ordinary people that means grabbing a tube of SPF 15. For Joe, however, it means lightly blending a concoction of oil and vinegar, mint leaves, sheep fat, liquid nitrogen, and spit. We can’t imagine why Luke wouldn’t want to assist poor, ultra-fair Joe in one tiny task today.
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 After sustaining multiple possum bites on the country lane Joe picked to ride today, AJ learns the West Virginia possum attack hand signal that a passing possum expert shared with her.
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 With a thick layer of sunscreen applied, Joe glides along dodging snakes, dead possums, an occasional swarm of mosquitoes, and hillbillies all with the last name McCoy.
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 Joe passes one of the few sprawling country West Virginia estates that has electricity, running water, AND indoor toilets.
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 In order to get Joe off the bike today, he had to be gently enticed by a friendly neighborhood dog that broke loose of his run, dug out of his enclosure, passed under 2 barbed wire fences, and swam through an alligator-filled moat. Thank heavens Joe’s tiny legs can run like a sewing machine.
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 Joe swears that the hills Luke rode were only optical illusions so it was quite a surprise when Luke left a trail of sweat 5 miles long and was out of breath upon his return to the air conditioning in the truck.
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 The only way we can keep Joe quiet is to feed his need for swizzle sticks. It serves two purposes, really. Not only does he keep his trap shut, he also doesn’t fall asleep at stoplights. We choose to overlook the fact that he may go into sugar shock at any time.
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