Good week for riding! Litter, litter, and more litter. If this area doesn't lead the nation in highway littering, I  would be surprised. It's sad and disgusting to ride along the local roadways and see all the litter. Sad thing, besides the obvious, is that most of it is plastic bottles and aluminum cans that could be recycled. Now, if I was a big shot politician and wanted to save Amercia a lot of money, I'd get some of these overfed and overpaid welfare people to pick up trash along the highway and in the parks, to earn this free ride. But then, that's why I'm not a politician, because I might do something that makes sense, and that wouldn't fly in Washington.
One short stretch along Rte 50 around Coolville, OH, there was a pair of old shoes on a guardrail post. Then a little further, a pair of socks along the berm. Then a bit further, a pair of pants and then a shirt. Kept looking for the underwear, but didn't see any.  Warm weather must have gotten to the guy.
Ok, the riding was great and got in a little over 180 miles for the week. Not a great amount, but for March, I'll take it. Shortest ride was 23 and the longest was a 52 mile ride from Parkersburg, to Hockingport, along the river, which took around 4 hours.
I find myself riding along thinking about my summer trip and wondering what it will feel like to be in a strange area, alone. I think about how fast my life is moving and about the things I want to accomplish before it ends. I think about what I have and haven't done, and the many people who have made my life more meaningful. The people I may have inspired and been inspired by. Yet when I am riding, for that brief moment in time, things move slowly and I have time to think about the people I care about and the things that are most important. Maybe that's why I love to ride. Maybe that's what has inspired me to make this trip. It gives me time to do something I seldom have time to do. Think!
Oh my!  I got lost in heavy stuff there for a second. Right now, however, I probably should be dealing with the other heavy stuff.  Me, ( 189# )  the bike, ( 35# )  and the stuff I have to carry!! ( 40# ) That's 264# these  little, old, skinny legs have to push up those mountains. I have never used a pair of scales so many times in my life. I think I'm on my third pair,  trying to find one that weighs right! :-)

" Never expect anything greater than you are willing to give! "   mod