Garry McGivern’s bike-ride to Australia-and-beyond Saturday, 23rd-June-2012 Marysville to Mount Vernon. 54 miles. Early finish today, I needed to swap my tyres around, plus I needed a bit of time to sort out a few bits on my website.
After swapping my tyres around and sorting out the website, which didn’t take as long as I thought, I went down to the bar. I’m in a hotel tonight, which is the first one since San Francisco. All my accommodation apart from the odd campsite has been in motels. And they don’t have bars.
Oh my god! What a strange place. The bar/restaurant was outsourced and not run by the hotel. I was the only one in the bar, and I later found out why! A very strange family ran it: mum, dad and two children.
As I sat at the bar with my drink, I talked to the two teenage children who had just come in. Talk is probably not the right word every time the children spoke. They were interrupted by their dad, a big fat bloke sitting at one of the tables. He sat there with a giant open Bible so big it covered the table and was just quoting from the Bible, interrupting whatever the children said. He even interrupted his wife whenever she said anything.
After half an hour, I’d had enough and went to leave, only to be stopped by the dad. He wanted to shake my hand, which was fine. But then he wouldn’t let go and started spouting off some religious mumbo jumbo! I was glad to escape that bar and went out in search of supper.
Walking up the High Street, I came across a posh looking restaurant. After looking at the menu, I decided to treat myself. Since being in America, I hadn’t had vegetables, and they had some on the menu. Now I’m not a great vegetable eater, but even I was craving veg now, as a change to fried food. What a disappointment they were. They were tinned and disgusting!
I went back to the hotel and thought I’d get a drink before going to my room. I was just about to enter when I spotted fatty still sitting at his table. And unsurprisingly, he was the only person in the bar! Needless to say, I went straight to my room.
Don’t forget the main reason behind my ride. I want to raise as much money for cancer research charities as possible. After my wife, Josie, died of breast cancer in 2007, aged only 42. Even the smallest donation helps. You can donate to Cancer Research UK or the Australian National Breast Cancer Foundation. Click on either one to donate. Every little bit helps to rid the world of this cruel disease.
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