Day #3

BIG trucks, whistling trains, speeding cars, freeways and road construction started our sunny morning as we headed toward Old Route 66. We have moved into the desert and away from the big cities, but definitely not away from the traffic congestion. The 50 miles a day of biking is proving challenging here. We met a "real" cyclist this morning...his name was Felix, like "Felix the Cat" he quipped smiling toothless. His bike was 35 years old, a high school graduation present. Pointing to his rough tire, he said, "They don't make these kind of tires for it anymore." He gave up driving a car 21 years ago, and this bike is his only means of transportation. He was friendly and advised us to "watch out" as people aren't too biker friendly.