A Good Man
I’ve thanked many wonderful people who have helped me on this trip. But it has been brought to my attention that I forgot someone. I feel like a schmuck, I forgot to thank my good friend Brett. Sorry Brett, I love you man!
Anyway, I stayed with him in D.C. He took me to swanky laywer parties, a Redskins game where we sat in the owners box (we didn’t watch much of the game, paid more attention to the free drinks and cheesecake.) He also gave me $50 for swimming through a big fountain in Georgetown. He also made really yummy eggs one morning and gave me the best room in the house. Cheers to Brett! You are a good man!
Today we are in Wilmington, didn’t get to far because of flat tires and bricks. Yes, a brick, Evan hit a brick and destroyed his tire. We then had to search for a bike shop which took too long and now we are camped out under the house of a nice guy (Nick) who we met at the bike shop. The beach is 50 meters away, life could be worse.
How does Evan keep getting flat tires? He is even hitting bricks now! Isn’t a brick large enough to avoid? This guy has got some awful luck; that or he can’t avoid anything smaller than a city bus. How many break downs is it for him now? Duzer has gotten a busted freewheel and that is all we have heard about from the other bike trippers.