Day 8: A Proper Account of Our First Attempt to Get Out of Tallahassee

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

Tallahassee, FL to Quincy, FL (22 mi / 35 km …and back)

We woke up at 5:45 am. Nathan’s tire was flat the night before and of course we loaded everything on the bikes and Nathan’s tire was flat again.

It is about 6:30 and Casey and Adam have gone to work. Nate changes the inner tube; it goes flat. It is after 7. So much for our early start.

This account is on the road and will be finished later.

Nate keeps getting flats.

After 1 1/2 hours we take everything off the bike and Nate finally finds a tiny metal wire in the under side of the tire. He takes the wire out and patches the tire. All in all this is about a 35 minute delay. Two separate nice people stop and ask if they can help. We’re hoping everywhere is as hospitable to us as the South.

We keep on 90 West. I missed our turn and suddenly our nice shoulder is gone. We continue on for about 5 miles. Finally going up a steep hill I need a break and Nate looks at the iPhone and finds a parallel road we take. We’re only 20 miles out of Tallahassee and in the small town of Quincy. You can read the earlier post with my falling on the bike.

I thought I was ok at first. It hurt but I could move it. It took Nate a few minutes to convince me that medical attention might be required.

We walked with our bikes and my hurt arm (still attached) to a McDonald’s 1/2 mile away.

I didn’t have Kelly’s number and Adam and Casey were at work and school. So I posted to Kelly’s wall on facebook to call me asap. She did.

A little over an hour later we stuffed our bikes and gear into Kelly’s Camry and head back to Tallahassee to get an x-ray.

Kelly was our hero! She had a huge final to study for, but hooked us up.

We waited for a long time at Patients’ First. This is sort of confusing given the name and being the only patient present. While it took much less time than the ER, 1 hour and 15 minutes for a 5 minute exam and 3 minute x-ray and 7 minutes to develop still doesn’t add up. The people were nice, but there weren’t even any magazines!!!

The doc didn’t see any fractures, so we headed home. I was in a lot of pain.

Thus we were again sucked into the vortex of Tallahassee.

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