His leather jacket had chains that would jingle...
One thing I've found out while spending a disgustingly long amount of time on my bicycle is to choose the songs I listen to in the morning very carefully because they will always get stuck in your head. There's nothing worse than singing "C is for Cookie" for 8 hours in a row. Hence, the consistant Tom Petty quoting.
So anyways, we crossed into North Dakota yesterday and we're enjoying some time off in Williston. It's a town of about 12,000 people and is by far the biggest town we've seen since Seattle. Kinda intimidating. We rode the first 40 miles yesterday and stopped at a bridge on the Missouri river for lunch. Being the adventurous young chap that I am, I decided it would be a good idea to swim across it. Turnedut not to be the best choice due to the fact that I'm not a great swimmer and apparantly the Missouri is a really big river. I made it across... barely, and still had to ride the next 50 miles to town. Needless to say I was a little tired when we got in. I'll have some pictures at some point, but I can't load them now because I'm in the library. I'm having a blast and thanks to everyone for commenting. Also, Montana was a very cool state, and the demoltion derby we went to was better than my wildest dreams.
Uncle Bucky-- You should have seen some of the local Montana boys try to act cool and tough at the Demoliton Derby we went to, they all thought we were there to pick up on their 16 year old girl friends. We just wanted to see old beat up fords smash into each other and sling mud into the grand stands.
Lizard-- Yeah, we'll be cruising through Rugby in a couple days, apparently it's the exact center of the North American continent. The first 30 miles of North Dakota have been great, hopefully it doesn't get too bad as we continue. I'm leaving you and Rick in charge of keeping my folks sane while I'm gone, I hope you can handle the immense responsibility.
They both met movie stars, partied and mingled...
So anyways, we crossed into North Dakota yesterday and we're enjoying some time off in Williston. It's a town of about 12,000 people and is by far the biggest town we've seen since Seattle. Kinda intimidating. We rode the first 40 miles yesterday and stopped at a bridge on the Missouri river for lunch. Being the adventurous young chap that I am, I decided it would be a good idea to swim across it. Turnedut not to be the best choice due to the fact that I'm not a great swimmer and apparantly the Missouri is a really big river. I made it across... barely, and still had to ride the next 50 miles to town. Needless to say I was a little tired when we got in. I'll have some pictures at some point, but I can't load them now because I'm in the library. I'm having a blast and thanks to everyone for commenting. Also, Montana was a very cool state, and the demoltion derby we went to was better than my wildest dreams.
Uncle Bucky-- You should have seen some of the local Montana boys try to act cool and tough at the Demoliton Derby we went to, they all thought we were there to pick up on their 16 year old girl friends. We just wanted to see old beat up fords smash into each other and sling mud into the grand stands.
Lizard-- Yeah, we'll be cruising through Rugby in a couple days, apparently it's the exact center of the North American continent. The first 30 miles of North Dakota have been great, hopefully it doesn't get too bad as we continue. I'm leaving you and Rick in charge of keeping my folks sane while I'm gone, I hope you can handle the immense responsibility.
They both met movie stars, partied and mingled...
posted by Chris Hart at 10:30 AM
4 Comments:
Christopher Louis Hart,
This is your mother speaking.
No more swimming across rivers. Please.
Love you,
Mom
Hi Chris,
I'm impressed to hear that you're swimming across rivers but it sounds like your mom isn't to thrilled about it, haha.
While I was riding with Tim up to grand lake we were listening to Springstien on a cassette tape and he mentioned that you were a fan- so maybe you could sing some of Bruce's finest to yourself to keep the cookie monster away:)
This is in an email to but I just found out that I got the job I applied for in Japan and I'll probably be leaving in November sometime. Yay! I can't believe its for real. Anyway lots of love and hope the road treats you kindly.
-Kendall
dude,
remember what i said about north dakota. montana 16 year-olds are nothing compared to badlands' aliens. years ago, i drove a truck cross country. we broke down in custer, n.d. and it was there that the martians (or whatever they were) tried to get us. fortunately, we (my driving partner and i) escaped. we held our breath all the way to minnesota and beyond. so pedal on, yesrider, and don't look back. your pal, uncle b
Quite an assignment - keeping your folks sane. Is that saying WE are sane? Ha. Going to see the Rockies kill the Rangers on Saturday with Susan and Pat. (or as your mom says, the "Sexist Strangers")(The Texas Rangers not Susan and Pat). Enjoy the humid straight away. liz
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