BOBBY AND THANE TACKLE THE TRANSAM Day 12; Breaks to Hindeman

Day Twelve Thane’s Blog: uahhhl nn hillbilly country now

Sunday May 12, 2013, 67 miles (108 km) – Total so far: 665 miles (1,070 km)

We were up and out early. It looks like we are starting to develop a pattern of this. On the road by 7:30. Today we needed all the time we could find. Once again the climbing was brutally beautiful.

At the risk of sounding like a freaking cycling sissy the five major mountain climbs today took every last bit of my concentration and strength. At this point I’m not sure if I have lost my mind at altitude or if all the heavy breathing of the hours of cycling vertical today as turned what little grey matter I have into absolute mush.I absolutely know now that these mountains will not break me! If the tendons and ligaments that hold my knees together do not come apart at the seams I will not ever walk any of the climbs on this trip. At the beginning of this journey I truly wondered if I had the courage and resolve to climb like this on a freaking bicycle.

The stories of the crazy ass dogs running loose as a cyclist enters the state of Kentucky are all absolutely true. We entered the state of Kentucky this morning as the sun was coming up over the mountains. Shortly after that the sun came up over every dog living on county road 611.

After surviving that fiasco the same road sends a freaking mountain at you. All this before breakfast. Yea, I put my order in early this morning……. “Waitress, we would like an order of wild dogs chasing us for an hour and a mountain climb. No, make that 5 mountain climbs with a side order of bigger hills. “

Neither Bobby nor I speak the official language of Eastern Kentucky. As one really nice 14 year old young man told us at a convince store “uahhhl nn hillllbiyyy contrrrry nahhh” . Litteraly translated that means “why the hell are you two Yankees trying to cycle up that mountain” “you are in hillbilly country now”

Right after I took a picture of his face he had to run after the moving truck that carried him and two other people to this place. As they opened the door he revealed to all interested parties that he aspired to be a plumber after he graduated from school. He already had the plumbers crack thing down to a science.

We are camping at an incredible little oasis run by the city of Hindman Historical Society. They cater to cyclists and Dave, the awesome host here, actually met us at the top of a 25% grade hill that leads up to here with a smile and a beverage. A little slice of heaven in Hindman.

We are too damn tried to bust out the maps and plan a strategy for tomorrow. We will figure it all out over breakfast.

After 67.2 miles in these mountains worrying about how many climbs we will face tomorrow just isn’t in the cards for tonight.

Day Twelve Bobby’s Blog: You sure we can get there from here?

Sunday May 12, 2013, 67 miles (108 km) – Total so far: 665 miles (1,070 km)

All the stories Iv’e heard about the dogs and coal trucks in KY are true. Although Sunday is the best day to travel through here because all the trucks are at rest on the sides of the road. The scenery the mountains and the people are not that much different from VA.

Gettin started with a good breakfast.

Gettin started with a good breakfast.

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Grand Canyon of the south.

Grand Canyon of the south.

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Supper at the Historical Society

Supper at the Historical Society