Post! Railroad Tracks! Glass! Hole!

Communication is a huge part of bicycling as a group and we have developed a method that works quite well.  The person in the lead shouts out the hazard and the call goes down the line.  On the Erie Canal Trail, post was most commonly yelled because Zion had hit one and crashed (another blog entry that I am behind on.)  After I crashed, Cedar was quick to point out any railroad tracks in the vicinity.  

Today we had at least 10 miles of glass to navigate.  Christy warned us before we left the house that there would be a lot of glass and I wondered how she could know from a car driver perspective.  Well, the roads were covered in broken glass and we were yelling the entire time.  We were riding through some very urban neighborhoods and many people would come out and stare at us as we rode by.  I was just yelling back about glass and Cedar cheerfully said hello to everyone.  We also had some enormous holes to avoid so it was a very interesting ride. We were all relieved to reach some country roads and took a deep breath.

It doesn't surprise me that most people don't ride bikes.  The glass alone would keep me off the streets here in Buffalo.

We are in a hotel because it is stormy outside.  Cord went out to cook dinner and returned a few minutes later looking like someone had dumped a bucket of water over him.  The storm had started with little regard for our dinner needs so Cord finished cooking under the overhang by the front entrance.  What a great husband he is!!