Our night by the side of the road passed by undisturbed. Not even the friendly armadillo troubled us in our slumber and we woke early next morning to the sound of birdsong and the occasional passing pick-up which seemed not in the least bit interested in what we were doing. Then, just a few minutes…
Today we’ve been riding in the cycle tracks of Lance Armstrong. That’s according to the woman who served us coffee at the Lost Maples Country Store this morning who told us this is where the now disgraced seven times Tour de France winner did his training. The only difference between us and Lance is we’ve…
On a good days cycling there’s nowhere else you’ve rather be. Conversely on a bad day’s riding you’d rather be anywhere than in the saddle. Today was a good day. At one point, I was pedalling along a straight road, high in the Texas Hill Country, the light bright and a slight chill in the…
It was so cold when we woke up in our tents that we opted to stay wrapped in our sleeping bags for an extra half hour. We were still wearing all our cycling clothes from the previous day, but knew that as soon as we emerged from our cocoons we’d start to shiver. Besides which…
The Kraemers continued to astound us with their hospitality. We were awoken at 6am by the aroma of fresh coffee and outmeal porridge, home-made by David. It contained added fruit to fortify us for the Texan hills and was accompanied by a bevy of bagels to help us on our way. Such lovely people, with…
A zero (well only a handful of miles) day and boy were we ready for it. David treated us to a wonderful home cooked breakfast and then we all got on our bikes and followed him and Susan into the centre of Austin. There’s nothing like being shown around a city by people who actually…
We woke up on our little patch of land to the roar of passing traffic (it seemed to be coming from all directions) while it was still dark – and bitterly cold, dipping to just 8 degrees. On mornings such as this you get as much as possible packed inside the warmth of the tent…
“I guess you’ll want to know all about the history of this place then?” We were sitting in the Riverside Cafe in La Grange tucking into our normal breakfast – omelette for Terry and eggs easy over, hash browns and sausage for me, when the owner came over. Having read about the town’s Czech Heritage…
“Looks like you’ve got some rain coming in,” warned David Kearnley, one of the fire-fighters at the Navasota Fire Department, as he scanned the weather app on his phone. It was a warning repeated to us a few minutes later as we sat down in a coffee shop eating breakfast bagels. It was clear today…
Desperate for fresh air we left the Coldspring Inn as soon as it was light. For the first five miles we mostly free-wheeled downhill on a broad shoulder convinced we were rapidly losing all the height we’d gained over the past three weeks. Then things went even further downhill. We arrived in Evergreen to find…