Two are better than one because they have a good return for their labor. For if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion. But woe to the one who falls when there is not another to lift him up.
I’m sure you’re all dying to hear how the STP went, now that I’ve been silent since I flew off to Seattle. For those of you with the short attention spans, here’s the quick-and-dirty report:
The TSA check + rough handling cost me $45 in repairs to Davey when I got to Seattle, but that got him in good working condition. Dad and I rode the STP and had a really good time—met lots of nice people, saw tons of other bikes (duh!), ate lots of bananas and sports nutrition bars, and rode for a total of just over 12 hours between both days. The temperature started cool (low 50s—cold to me!) and got warmer, into the mid- to high 80s, with low humidity. I found it lovely cycling weather, although other riders, Dad included, suffered some because of the relatively hot temperatures. We slept Saturday night in Chehalis and finished Sunday around 2:00 in Portland. All in all it was a great ride, a nice break from work, and a pretty decent trip. I haven’t been to Seattle in the summer for a few years now, and this visit reminded me how gloriously beautiful the area can be. Here you can see pictures of me riding the STP. (Notice my fine Landry’s shorts — yes, they say Landry’s all over, but they also cost half as much as they otherwise would and they’re wicked comfy. What more can I ask for?)