Miles to date: 502
The guy we stayed with in Max Meadow (Totally Tony) appeared on our route today and rode with us for a little while. Then he attempted to "help" me climb a hill...by grabbing onto the back of my bike and pushing me as he rode along beside me. As you might imagine, this just made it difficult to balance and I crashed, dropping my chain and knocking my handlebars out of alignment. Poor, sweet, well-intentioned Tony. But really, what was he thinking?
Once we got ourselves back on track, we had a big mountain pass into a 14-mile descent into Damascus. Damascus is another trail town with several hostels for hikers and bikers (we've been following the Transamerica bike route for the last few days). We found dinner at Quincy's Pizza, where we managed to get sucked into Forrest Gump along with the rest of the patrons, the bartender, and our server. I only mention this because I was amazed at how the whole place went silent during the scene where Forrest proposes to Jenny and then again when she dies. Oh, and because I've been quoting this movie since we left DC and my southern accent amounts to shabby imitations of Tom Hanks.
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