The view of Buffalo from the Peace Bridge was a welcome sight. Everything immediately seemed so familiar even though I'm still hundreds of miles from home. The route signs, the rolling hills, and the first Dunkin' Donuts.
I stopped in that Dunkin' Donuts, and met four very inquisitve teens. I sat and consumed two croissant sandwiches and two iced coffees while they fired question after question at me. One kid just kept shaking his head and saying, ''All the way from Seattle on a bike?!'' The one who worked there gave me the ''police discount'' when he rang me up. That's what it read, right on the register's screen: ''police discount''. I think it was 50% off.
I really enjoyed talking with them and I hated to leave, but I wanted to get back on the road. The closer I get to home, the more anxious I feel, but it's important to me to savor these last days as well.
I'm watching the news about the Minneapolis bridge collapse, and I've gotten out my map and checked my GPS to see where I was in realtion to that particular one. I was about three bridges south. It timing and location had been different, I may have had to Evil-Knievel the Mississippi.
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If you Knievel a bridge, make sure someone films it so we can slap it on Youtube next to the dramatic chipmunk. You're my hero.
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