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| KATHRYN FURGER
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RIDING IN TRIBUTE TO –
75 miles on Sunday – Smelling Wisconsin
Kendallville, Indiana – Long day on the road Sunday. Thought I’d be able to log 100 miles but Mother Nature made it a challenge.
Late start waiting for rain to quit and then got detoured finding my way out of Napoleon, no bicycles allowed on Route 6 bypass
Finally got my groove on – sunny skies, 83% humidity and 15-mile-an-hour headwinds.
Nice flat roads for the most part, decent shoulder along the side of the road and just crossed from Ohio into Indiana.
The Catholic Churches have been great about allowing me to stay the night – throw my sleeping bag down in their church hall and leave in the morning.
Many times it seems like they’re leaving the porch light on, just waiting for me to roll in.
Logged 75 miles on Sunday and landed in Kendallville. Hoping to cross into Illinois on Wednesday.
I can almost smell Wisconsin from here.
Dave and Dave
Napoleon, Ohio – morning started off with rain and an accidental activation of the security alarm at St. Augustine Catholic Church… But things are looking up thanks to Dave and Dave.
Met them at Frisch’s Big Boy during breakfast.
Dave (on the right) is the assistant women’s basketball coach at Defiance College. “Been there 26 years now,” he said.
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| Dave and Dave |
I mentioned UW-Green Bay’s team and Marquette. We swapped familiar names on the game.
As the fellas were leaving Dave laid a $20 on my table. “My mom suffered dementia before she died,” he said.
The Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s is entering its final week. Details on how to support the cause are listed on the Cedar Community website HERE.
Thanks for all the generous support – it helps keep me going each day.
I’m in my element now with 71 miles on Friday, 64 miles on Saturday and looking to break 100 miles today.
Better get going!
Update on “The Sisters”
Decided to expand the story on my “Ohio Sisters” due to popular demand.
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| Sister Connie and Sister Pat |
Click HERE and scroll down to read more about this delightful duo and some snippets of their “out of convent” escapades!
Where’s Judy?
Another map update. Follow along! (Gap across NY and PA was necessary “auto assist.”
View http://batchgeo.com/map/e45026d31ae071f647b69c10e01a7bcf”>The Amazing Race for Alheimer’s
in a full screen map
The Maples Motel – Honoring Generations
Huron, Ohio – West of Huron, Ohio on busy Route 6 is a flashback to the 1960s.
The Maples Motel is a fourth-generation operation run by Joan Faber and her
family.
“I haven’t taken a paycheck in 35 years,” said Joan as we stood in the square back room of her house that does double duty as the motel office
The brown paneled walls are covered with old black-and-white photos and framed magazine articles written about the homey facility.
“The cabins are $49 to $61 a night,” Joan said. “I run it in memory of the woman who started the place – and I don’t raise the rates.”
Joan holds a photo of the motel from its earlier years when the Maple trees were small, there was no pool and there were mats in front of the screen doors for people to wipe their feet.
“There’s a 1957 Ford parked in the lot in this photo,” said Joan. “Back then we were open year round, we had TV but not in color.”
“Met my husband Ken at the University of Detroit. We had four kids when his mom died and he asked me if I’d like to go to Ohio and we’d run the motel.
“With four little ones,” said Joan, her voice rising in pitch. “I was a natural,” she said confidentially “And I loved it.”
Nothin’ could be finer….than Whiteys Diner
Fremont, OH – You can always tell the popular hometown restaurant by the number of cars parked outside. In Fremont, Ohio, Whiteys Diner was the place.
Full chair rail at the counter also was a good sign. “Sit anywhere you want, Hun,” waitress Cheryl said.
“Cheryl, I’d be mad at you if somebody pulled me off my chair and onto the floor,” said Charlie, one of the regulars.
“Correction,” yelled Cheryl. “Sit anywhere but Charlie’s seat.”
I got a stool at the counter in front of the humming glass refrigerator that was full of plates of raw red meatballs, a mountain of strips of bacon and bricks of yellow butter.
“A customer gave us that,” said Billy, the cook, handing me a box of Obama Waffles.
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| Billy and “Obama Waffles” |
Billy worked the grill that spit hot butter and grease in spots not covered with eggs over easy or hash browns. His father, Mark, owned the business for the past 33 years.
“I’ve been coming here since I was 4 years old,” said Charlie. “I remember when this place used to be open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I really liked that.”
“You better be careful Charlie,” said Cheryl, racing by with three waters and a coffee pot.
“I’d be eating dinner here if they were open,” said Charlie. “It’s not the cookin’ I mind so much, it’s the cleaning up.”
Burnin’ Billy, as someone called him, is cooking up a storm on the grill as Charlie talks about his service during WWII.
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| Burnin’ Billy |
“I was 19 years, okay, and thought I volunteered – until three guys came and hauled me away.”
Charlie was a gunner in the Army. Stationed in Germany, he said he was captured and spent eight months in a German prison camp
“Lost 100 pounds,” he said. “We were supposed to get a weekly package from the Red Cross with meat. We were lucky if we got one a month.”
Charlie said the Germans were cold and hungry, too. Eventually rescued by the Russians, Charlie went with the rest of his unit to Camp Lucky Strike and eventually returned home before his 20th birthday.
More customers come into the diner. Everybody is greeted by name. The place is warm with body heat.
Conversation is about LeBron James returning to the Cavaliers. The consensus at the diner is… it’ll be good for the team and the city
As I scoot out to give someone else a chance at breakfast, I glance at the sign above the grill….. ‘Nothin’ could be finer than to be at Whiteys Diner in the morning.’
Riding in Tribute to…..
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Got my Ohio plate….
Got my Ohio plate from Norcross Automotive in Sandusky, Ohio. There was a dude there, let’s call him Tyrell. He was waiting for his car.
“Where you bike from,” he said. I told him Halifax, Nova Scotia.
“Where’s that,” he asked. “Canada,” I said politely.
Tyrell had what looked like a black pantyhose tight on the top of his head. He had black sweatpants and was sweating through his white t-shirt. He was nice enough… But inquisitive.
“How old are you?” I said I was 50 and he let’s go with “Girl, I’m 54 and I don’t even take my bike round the corner. You crazy,” he said, smiling.
Then he reached out his hand to wish me good luck and he did this three-grip
shake with an explosion at the end. I obviously got it wrong. He said, “That’s alright,” and just laughed.
I reached in my back pocket to give him a card to follow along. The cards are in a plastic Baggie and all of a sudden he step back and says, “I don’t want no weed.”
I’m going to move along now.