The following article can be viewed here, but there was so much javascript in various ads that it crashed Mom's web browser. (Mine did ok, since I have all javascript blocked unless I specifically say otherwise, but saving it was a similar disaster.) Feel free to view the original, but it may make your system buggy until you restart. And I've reproduced the whole thing below, so....why? (Though I have removed last names from the article, since I think we've fairly consistently done so in the blog so far.)Also: MANY thanks to Mom for taking this thing over temporarily, so I don't continue to tug at my stitches by using my fingers and thumb any more than necessary. A picture of my lovely wrap is included to justify my lack of blogging lately. (Hey, for all you know it's all a ruse because I felt like getting more sleep each night!)
Kings of the road stop for Queen: Cross-country cyclists stop in Jacksonville
BY STEVE WARMOWSKI
Dale, of Bloomington, and Gil, of Fairfax, Va., join Jim, of West Chester, Penn., (not pictured) in a rest stop at the Dairy Queen in Jacksonville Monday afternoon. They were part of a group of 40 bicyclists on a 7-week trek from Los Angeles to Boston. The group went 107 miles from Quincy to Springfield Monday, and [Gil] said the route proved false the notion that Illinois is flat. He joked that his nickname was "Chief Four Feathers" for the items he's picked up along the way and stuck into his helmet. They also call him "Roadkill Gil" because he almost added a nice raccoon tail for his collection, but abandoned the idea because the 'coon was a little far gone.[Jim] said he and a group of friends biked cross-country when he was 18. Now 51, he's making the same trip with his wife, Carol, but in the opposite direction. A fond memory of his first trip was having newspapers do stories on his travels. Last time he had to get papers mailed to him. This time, he can get the fact that he drank four lemonades in Jacksonville from the Internet.
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