Ride to Morgantown, Wv
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Ride to Morgantown, Wv
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 While AJ gives Bullet mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, Luke checks to see if his bike needs it also. He’s heard AJ is good for that kinda stuff. Coincidentally, we might add, that with the addition of a pig horn to the pom poms, Pig2, and other assorted paraphernalia, AJ has given new meaning to the word, "tacky."
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 One of our chief messages is that of looking forward and not dwelling on things that are behind you. Sadly, we have to dwell on Joe every now and again (although it’s probably more difficult for him to look at our behinds than it is for us to look back at his front).
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 Doesn’t AJ look awfully delighted to be riding this rock-paved Rails to Trails path? Believe us, this was one of her happier moments.
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 Luke continues to look forward to riding the trail while looking back at Joe for a picture. He’s such a multi-tasker.
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 Joe turns around so that he’s technically not looking back in order to have his mug captured for all eternity.
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 AJ has managed to learn how to keep her bike upright and moving forward (mostly). She’s figured out how to bring Bullet to a standstill without falling (usually). She has not, though, discovered how to eek through a small gate without having to come to a complete stop prior to walking the bike through very awkwardly.
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 Joe ALWAYS picks the best routes for our ragtag group of bike riding riff raffs. Today’s route took us through the booming metropolis of Cairo, WV. Here, we see the combination bank/barbershop which is an integral part of the town square.
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 We just don’t understand why Joe was reluctant to pay two bits for a shave and a haircut at the local barbershop.
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 Has the voodoo curse that Joe put on Luke finally worked? Has he shrunk down to an inch and a half? Nah. Luke just drove his bike into the sinkhole that is known as Main Street in downtown Cairo.
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 Upon running out of her own sunscreen, AJ had to resort to asking Joe to borrow his concoction of oil and vinegar, mint leaves, sheep fat, liquid nitrogen, and spit. She finds that, after it’s applied correctly by a pool-boy named Raul, she weighs so much that her legs can no support her. Thank heavens that she only has to put it on her arms, neck, and face!
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 Joe finally has proof that he’s REALLY taller than Abel. Although Abel was able to touch the ceiling in Colorado Springs, Joe’s head touches the sky. Obviously, that means he’s waaaay taller than our favorite shrimp.
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 Here we see Joe practicing his sole bad habit: towing on the truck. It’s probably not safe but it sure makes mountains more fun when he only has to coast downhill while not worrying about having to, you know, peddle.
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 If you need a better explanation of what towing is, Joe gleams onto the truck like a suckerfish at feeding time and then let’s the truck take the pain out of him having to force the bike to move using his feet.
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 This is the proof that those hills that everyone complains about really are optical illusions. Joe is seen here flying downhill at 50+mph although it looks as if the road is an uphill climb. Maybe he wasn’t lying through his teeth after all.
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 No matter what Luke says, WE DO FEED HIM. Maybe we don’t feed him as much as he wants and we probably don’t feed him as often as he’d like. Nonetheless, we do feed him.
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 Joe couldn’t have asked for a better day: three downhill runs with no peddling, a strawberry frosty from Wendy’s, and traveling through “hollers” and “the bottoms” of West Virginia while listening to banjos playing in the distance. It doesn’t get any better than this.
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