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May 25, 2009 – Day 18

From Scott:

“I had blue skies and it was warm when I got on the road this Memorial Day.  It’s a day we should be thankful we have the freedom we have. That freedom did not come cheap. We have this freedom because of the sacrifices of a lot of brave men and women who have given their life for us to be a free nation. I have not forgotten the reason of my ride but today my thoughts will be for the ones who gave the ultimate gift. Larry, today I took my Ranger patch from the vest and placed it on my everyday jacket so every time I look down, I will think of you and the ones who have given us this great gift we call freedom.

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May 24, 2009 – Day 17

From Scott:

“It was hard to leave York Harbor this morning. I got up early so I could watch the sun come up, but I guess not early enough.  Being that far east, it must start to rise as soon as it sets on the west coast. I was up at 5:20 a.m. and it was already daylight.  One other thing that you notice here is the tide.  It is very dramatic compared to what we see in the gulf.  In some places the boats that were afloat at the dock are now on their side in the rocks and sand.  

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May 23, 2009 – Day 16

From Scott:

“As I was loading the bike this morning, I was thinking to myself that I should have done this trip in reverse. My thoughts were that I have seen so many beautiful things like the Hill Country of Texas, the High Desert, the Grand Canyon, the Rocky Mountains, and the farm land of the Mid-West – just to name a few of the places that I have been.  And yesterday, I was on a toll road for the whole day heading toward concrete mountains and millions of cages. My body parts are about all back in the right place after my ride across the four-lane hell of the toll road. It cost me $12.25, if that gives you an idea how many craters I bounced through and another night in a motel bed.  Ah, the East Coast has a lot of big cities.

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May 22, 2009 – Day 15

From Scott:

It was a big celebration last night – dinner, a Canadian beer, and ice cream cake. What more could an old person ask for? Well ok, maybe a good night’s sleep without having to get up two or three times. My Canadian family took great care of me. Well Marnie did spend some time in the South so I was able to teach her about southern hospitality.  I wish I could just get her to quit saying, “ah” (not even sure if that is how you spell such a strange word).  Thanks for a great birthday and setting my hair on fire with all of them candles.

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May 21, 2009 – Day 14

From Scott:

“Birthday Canadian style – the cake looked like a forest fire!  I had a short ride day today – only about 250 miles. The bad part was that most of it had to be on a toll road.  I have come to the conclusion that the more that you pay at the toll booth, the more pot holes you get for your money. There is nothing quite like hitting a crater at 60 mph when parts start flying off – and I’m not talking about parts off the bike.  It will jar you from your seat all the way to the top of your head. I should only have one more day of the four lane concrete trail, and then back to some mountain roads and the rocky East Coast.  I can almost taste the lobster!