Clearly the best way to dry the washing is on ones helmet. And I do think the a display of wet underwear draped about the bike when parked must be a good burglar deterrant.
We have enjoyed the luxury of washing machines at the many host houses, but I have fond memories of washing things in mountain streams here and there
There are new laws in the states we have traveled in, demanding that mororists give way to pedestrians and bikers. People are enthusiastic in their compliance, almost to the point of embarassment to us. We stop at an intersection, wondering which way to go, but when traffic has stopped in all directions we cross the road, even if its not the way we want to go. We are thankful and amazed by the courtesy of 99.99% of drivers.
George, our most generous host in Boston, biked with us down town to catch to ferry to Provincetown. He explained that bike çulture could be different in various parts of town. So in the more relaxed are round the varsity we learned to Salmon.... that is go agaist the flow of traffic in a one ay street. It was all OK while I was riding hard on Georges back wheel, ttusting to luck as we dipped and dived across main streets, in and out of cycle ways and underpasses. Thanks George and Judy for a fun stay,(including Scrabble American size... (21 squares each way)
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