Sunday, August 24, 2008

Fwd: RideForJim Update


After arriving back home on August 9, 2008, the weekend for the final leg of the TransAmerica ride arrived.  As promised earlier, this blog will cover the final events.

August 22, 2008  The ride from Hanover County into Richmond.

I packed all of the gear onto the bike and rode the 30 miles to Dave Jenkin's home in Richmond.  He was a roommate of Jim's at the University of Richmond and for the past three weeks or so has been planning a Block Party to welcome me back to Richmond and to launch the final day ride to Yorktown, VA.  Also, Doug Gardner, another college friend and roommate of Jim's. was going to come to Richmond from Winson Salem, North Carolina to join in the final ride.  Dave has been a whirlwind of activity ever since I have been back in town, spinning a new idea for the party every few seconds.

I rode the 30 miles into Richmond Friday afternoon.  The block was closed by the police at 4:30 for the party.  Soon after two Model A Ford cars from the Old Dominion Car club showed up as one of the attractions.  Next a guy who does tree climbing for kids arrived with his ropes and tree climbing gear.  He positioned ropes WAY up in the tree and then the children actually propelled themselves up into the tree.  The kids, about 8 to 11 years of age, loved it and the parents were breathless.  It was quite an attraction.  I mean, they were way up into the tree.

Meanwhile the 10 members of the Greater Richmond Pipe and Drums were arriving and tuning up??? their bagpipes not so inconspicuously in the backyard of Dave and Lisa's home.  One tent was set up in Dave's front yard for the spaghetti supper which was served to those who were cycling to Yorktown the next day.  Two beer kegs for everyone to enjoy were in his yard also.   In the next door neighbor's yard (they weren't home, but Dave said they supported the party... I hope so) was another tent for the Caribbean Band, "Ban Caribe" and its 8 members.  So the stage was set.

At 6:30 the bag pipers lead me onto the block.  We paraded down the block and back with one final number in front of the tents.  The crowd roared in appreciation.  Then Dave made some remarks and introduced Doug Gardner, whom I had never met we in person; we had emailed often and talked by phone.  I was really happy to finally see him face to face.  They even gave me a beautiful plaque commemorating the ride.   I gave my thanks for everyone's support and introduced my "team" of Nancy, Philip, Davis who rode with me the first two weeks, and Don Schubert who began the ride in Astoria.

The Carrabian band began playing and all of the riders enjoyed a big pasta feast to fuel up for the ride the next day.  My bike was hung in front of the tent for people to tie various colored ribbons on depending on the amount that they pledged to the Jim Popp Fund.  It was a real happening event and I can't thank Dave and his wife Lisa enough for all they did to create the RideForJim Finale Rally.  What a couple they are!!!

August 23, 2008     Ride to Yorktown:  the final leg

I  went home and got up early to arrive at Dave's house by 7:00 AM so Dave, Doug and I could ride to the medical college where all of the riders were going to meet at 8:00 to begin the final leg to Yorktown.   It was a perfect morning for the ride, clear blue sky and low humidity.  The final count at the start was 13 riders which included two current medical students Charlie Nottingham and Jonathan Katz.  They rode with us about 30 miles and then turned back to go to the library and study.  Studying always has gotten in the way of a good time.  It was a special treat to have a couple of our present day students show up to honor Jim.  Thanks guys!!

We rode about half way to Charles City where there is a Mom and Pops kind of place for a rest stop.  It was exactly like the hundreds of similar places I visited on my ride.  Then on to Williamsburg for lunch at about 12:30.   This was about the 60 mile point.  Davis picked a great Deli for the stop which had very ample subs and many other choices of high octane fuel.   We did a nice ride down the Duke of Glouster Street in Colonial Williamsburg, well, actually we sort of did a couple swings down the street before we got our bearings and found our way back to the Colonial Parkway and off to Yorktown, 12 miles further.

As we rode onto Water Street in Yorktown which is right on the York River, we were greeted by the loudest and longest AHOOOOOOGA I have ever heard.   Five  Model A cars along with an enthusiastic gang from the Old Dominion Model A Club that I am a member of were there to greet us.  They had driven their cars all the way from Richmond just to show their support for the ride.  It was a real thrill to see, and HEAR them.   Thank you all for the interest you have shown all along in the RideForJim.  Your are the greatest.

Next came the big moment of dipping the front wheel in the York River.  The ride is not exactly from sea to shinning sea, as my friend Don Schubert will quickly point out to you.   Instead it is actually from the mouth of the Columbia river from which one can SEE the Pacific to the mouth of the York River, from which one can ALMOST see the Atlantic Ocean.  So the dipping marks the end of the trail.

I went to the water's edge and put the front wheel in the water with my team, the team that rode the last day with me, their friends and family that met them in Yorktown, and the Model A club all watching and taking  pictures.   Suddenly I was being sprayed by something.   What was going on???    Dave and Doug each had a bottle of Champaign and had popped the cord and were giving me a celebratory shower.   What a surprise.   Of course there were lots of other beach goers at the scene wondering what in the heck was going on.  Some of them were eventually filled in on what the occasion was.  In fact one group got the email address and is going to send the pictures they took of the antics.

I could not have written a better script for the final leg of the trip, the RideForJim Finale Rally.  The weather was perfect, we had just the right number to do the ride so that we could all hang together without interfering with traffic,  and it was a perfectly compatible group.  The dipping at the end was much more than I expected and will be something that I will never forget.

Now we are hoping that this ride can become an annual event, with perhaps someone doing the TransAmerica ride each year and culminating in the RideForJim Finale Rally.  Dave has LOTS more ideas to add into the mix for next year.  I think he was actually planning next year's event even as this one was being launched.

We hope for the fund to reach $50,000 before we start using income generated to fund a medical student for summer cancer-related research.  Before this weekend the total had reached about $21,000.  We are very pleased with how far we have come thanks to the efforts and contributions of so many great family members, dear friends and so many others who have heard about the fund and were moved to help.



We will be posting updates to the web site from time to time in the future so stay tuned.

Thank you for your interest and encouragement this past months.

Jack on behalf of the whole Haar family


Monday, August 11, 2008

Blog update Aug 9, 2008

> August 8, 2008 Rode 60 miles to Charlottesville, Virginia
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> After a hearty breakfast at Gertie's Store in Vesuvius, VA I faced
> the four mile climb up onto the Blue Ridge Parkway. As with most
> of the challenges of the trip, I imagined the climb to be nearly
> vertical and impossible, so the reality was not nearly as bad as I
> had pictured. Unlike most of the climbs in the Ozarks, this one was
> well worth the effort. The weather was the best I could have asked
> for, clear, cool and low humidity. That is a rarity on a Virginia
> morning in August, There were many beautiful views of the
> Shenandoah valley from the Parkway. Then came an exciting two mile
> downhill ride to Afton, VA. The fear going downhill is riding the
> brakes so much that the wheel rim heats up and blows the tire. None
> of that happened and I made it down safely. Along the way in the
> morning, fellow cyclist, Jim from Cinncinati caught up with me and
> then another young fellow from Illinois, Cody, joined us. The route
> ftom Afton to Charlottesville was meandering through winding
> picturesque back roads over many streams, each of which was yet
> another up hill and down hill.
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> That night we "camped" in the Youth Lounge at St. Mark Lutheran
> Church. Many thanks to the good folks at St. Mark for their
> generous hospitality. We went into "The Corner" at the heart of
> the U. of Virginia campus for a sub at Little Johnn 's Deli. This
> was one of Peter's favorite eateries when he was a student at UVa
> and he recommended the "Sampson Sub". I ordered the 12" Sampson,
> and as the name would imply this was NOT a sub of modest size, but
> it did not faze this hungry cyclist. It gave me fuel for another
> day.
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> August 9, 2008 Rode 85 miles to Rocketts, our home in Doswell,
> Virginia
>
> This was the day that I was going to reach home and could sleep in
> my own bed for the first time in 9 weeks.
>
> It was another beautiful morning for a ride through Virginia
> countryside, past Monticello, Ash Lawn and the Kluge estate. Near
> Palmyra I stopped for a second breakfast of B & G and met a retired
> C-ville policeman who now raises cattle. His name was D L junior
> (he said the D L stood for dumb and lazy). He invited me to share
> the picnic table with him outside the Mom and Pops general store and
> I learned about the cattle business in Virginia.
>
> Nancy drove on to meet me midway in the morning and then drove
> home. When I reached Hanover County I called her so she and Don
> Schubert, who rode at the beginning of the ride in Oregon, could
> ride out on their bikes to meet me. We rode together the last 5
> miles and as we approached the home of our neighbors, Hugh and Sally
> Campbell's, there was a group waving flags and welcoming me home.
> What a great neighborhood we have.
>
> At the end of the ride it seemed very strange to be back in familiar
> territory rather than searching for yet another place to spend the
> night. The reality of having cycled all across the country has not
> really set in yet. There are so many images to process from the
> past 9 weeks of places, generous people and experiences. Nearly
> everyone I talked to along the way about the fund we are trying to
> establish had stories to tell about their own battle with cancer or
> the loss of a loved one to cancer.
>
> It was really a privlidge to have been able to do such a ride and
> see this grand country up close at 10 miles an hour from a bike, and
> to meet the common everyday people who meet for breakfast at the
> diner each morning and go off to do their jobs each day.
>
> We began the ride June 9 and I reached home on August 9. In total I
> have ridden 3911 miles in 56 days of acual riding, for an average of
> almost 70 miles a day. The journey lasted 61 days of which I took 5
> rest days. Once I reach Yorktown I will have covered very close to
> 4000 miles.
>
> So now I have one more day to ride from Richmond to Yorktown,
> Virginia. Two college friends of Jim Popp's, David Jenkins and Doug
> Gardner have been planning the final event. We hope to have a
> party on Friday evening, August 22, the Ride for Jim Finale Rally,
> for everyone who will be riding to Yorktown or anyone interested in
> the event. Then on Saturday, August 23 the group will meet at the
> Medical College of Virginia campus and ride as a group the 70 miles
> to Yorktown. The plans for this final event are still being made
> so please visit the web site in the days ahead for more details.
>
> I will post another entry after the ride on August 23rd.
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Thursday, August 7, 2008

August 7 Day 59 from Vesuvius, VA


August 7, 2008  Rode 66 miles to Vesuvius, VA

Today I rode through Buchanan and Lexington along railroad tracks and streams so the terrain was pleasingly - well not flat but flatter.  What WAS flat was my back tire after a stop to admire a 1740s era house.  This time the new tube held air and the new tire pump Philip bought me did the job without a single "horse collar."  It was the back tire which always means grease all over one's hands after getting the chain disentangled from the cassett.  Jack's helpful household hint:  If the cyclist has forgotten to bring hand de-greaser along, Suntan Lotion SP30! works just fine.  Coat your hands with lotion, then using the saved Subway Sandwich napkins, wipe your hands clean.  Finally, just as I thought I was out of dog territory, I was chased by two pit bulls.  The owner was outside and called them back- and they listened.  I threw him a bit "Thank you."  Tonight we camp in Vesuvius behind Gerti's general store, and tomorrow climb 4  miles up onto the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Blog for Aug 5 and 6

August 5, 2008   Rode 63 miles to Fort Chiswell, Virginia

 

Much of the ride today was parallel with I 81.  Some of the areas were in the back country with beautiful views of farms in the valley, but there was nothing too exciting happening.  I had hoped to post a blog update at the library in Wytheville but the computers there would allow me to read my messages but not send. 

 

I am pretty happy with the weather I have encountered.  The temps during the days have been in the mid to high 80's and mostly clear with some scattered clouds to provide welcome shade.  For August in Virginia I could not hope for anything better. 

 

That night we chose to stay in a motel and Nancy did laundry - ahhhh, clean cloths. 

 

 

August 6, 2008     Rode 91 miles   to Daleville, Virginia (just east of Roanoke, VA)

 

Up early and on the road for a long ride.  The route took me through Radford and Christiansburg, two places we have not seen before.  In C-burg I met a cyclist , Andy, heading west from Yorktown, VA.  He must be the last rider heading out.  Andy's story was that he has quit his job, sold everything and is spending the next six months cycling across the country to Astoria, Oregon and then along the Pacific coast to San Diego.   So if some of you reading this think I am crazy, there are some cyclists out there with an even worse affliction. 

 

Another Subway sandwich for lunch fueled me for the long hills and curves that lasted all the way to Daleville.   Several times along the way I stopped to make sure I had not missed a turn.  One helpful group included a fellow on the back of a pickup with a coondog.  They assured me that Route One Hundred was in fact different from Old Route One Hundred which I was still looking for.  In the afternoon a helpful Verizon repairman again assured me that I had not missed a turn. 

 

We spent the night at the Howard Johnson and had a great Mexican meal at a local restaurant.   We are getting close to home!


Blog posted Augusst 6, 2008 from Dalefille, VA

August 3, 2008   Rode 73 miles

 

The big news this day was crossing the state line back into Virginia.  After looking at small panels of map for each day of the ride, it is hard for me to realize that I have actually cycled from Oregon back to Virginia.  There even seem to be fewer dogs chasing me, but just as soon as I  think there are no more dogs, another one appears.  The Virginia dogs are more friendly though!!  

 

We camped at Breaks interstate Park Campground which was great.  Hot showers, a nice lodge with a restaurant offering a complete buffet dinner.  Again, they lost money on me. 

 

August 4, 2008   Rode 63 miles

 

The morning started with pretty heavy fog which was nice to look at but presented a bit of a hazard on the twisty hilly roads so I waited until 8:30 to get started.  The route presented many challenging climbs, this being Clinch Mountain.  I think this is home to famed country musician, Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain boys.  If this is not correct I know someone with greater understanding will correct me.   The road is known in Virginia as the Crooked Road Heritage Music Trail and Crooked Road is a perfect name.  The road is VERY crooked both horizontally and Vertically.  

 

That night Nancy talked to Kathy, the librarian at the Hayters Gap Community Center, who contacted, Jack, the building manager, and arranged for us to camp in the park adjacent to the building.  She also located a cafe in Meadowview, a few miles up the road when they prepared JUMBO burgers,   I mean they were huge,  for our supper.  She also met Betty and Jay Sneevely in the nearby general store  who gave us helpful advice.  Their general store has been in the family for 75 years.   General Stores such as theirs are disappearing from the landscape I learned, mostly because suppliers no longer will sell them supplies, even if they go to the warehouse to pick them up.  The Sneevelys can still get their supplies from a supplier in N. Carolina. 

 

We have seen much evidence along the way of the disappearing or failing small towns in the country and the little mom and pop general stores. 

 


Monday, August 4, 2008

blog from Aug 2, 2008


August 2, 2008      Hindman, KY  Rode 48 miles

 

This morning Philip left to drive back to Richmond in order to seek medical treatment for his knees which are healing  very slowly.  At the same time Nancy is driving to Hindman to meet up with me for the remainder of the trip.   Philip has provided much needed support and encouragement all along the way.  It was a big disappointment for both of us that he could not ride.  He put as much effort into planning for this whole adventure as I did.  However, we have really enjoyed the time that we have had together and the many experiences and people that have presented themselves these past weeks. 

 

In Hindman I have set up camp at the Knott County historical Society B&B.  Actually the B&B is under renovation so the tent is required but the host, David Smith, is providing a home away from home.  The B&B is at the top of a VERY steep hill and once I reached the top - walking - he greeted me with a tall glass of iced tea.   Then he served a homemade lunch of on his patio.   Many cyclist who I have met along the way have mentioned this stop and gave it high marks.  I can see why.  

 

 


Blog for Aug 1, 2008


August 1, 2008      Buckhorn, KY    Rode 78 miles

 

I always enjoy the riding in the early morning and riding out of Berea was one of the best.  There was a nice morning dew rising from the fields,  the route was through beautiful country lanes with no traffic, and even some stone fences bordered the road so it had the feel or riding in the Cotswalds of England.   Boonville was a pleasant stopping place for lunch at the Dooley Diner (get the potato soup if you are ever there) then on to Buckhorn, KY.  There we camped at the Buckhorn Lake Dam Campground run by the Corp of Engineers.  For a town with a population of only 144 it turned out to be a great stop.  

 

Each state seems to have its own unique aspects, one which in Kentucky is dogs.  All along the way fellow travelers heading west talked about all the dogs that trouble cyclists.  In the western part of KY this was not much of a problem although I acquired pepper spray to have handy just in case.  As I moved east in the state, the number of dogs increased very much with varying degrees of ferocity.  There has been a pit bull and a german shepard which the owners tried to call back with NO effects,  many little scruffy yappy dogs, one pac of 5 dogs that were on the road running TOWARD me as I approached, and a golden retriever in the middle of the road that leaned around and mustered the strength to offer one WOOOOF  as I passed.  I have tried to use the pepper stray only once and it went wildly off target but the dog stopped and it made me feel very much in control.   So I have the spray can hooked to my handle bar bag which has all of my valuables in it and that I carry wherever I go.   Slowly I realized that having my bag with a can of pepper spray fastened to it has resulted in amazingly great service in the restaurants, in fact since having the spray with me, not a since waitress has barked at me and service has been amazing.   It has to be the spray because when I enter, looking like a race horse that has been "rode hard and put away wet"  I don't look like I'm going to be a heavy

tipper.  

 

The other unique aspect of Kentucky is trying to follow the ^%$#@* map!!  There is an unbelieveable number of changes in route and twists and turns to get across this state.  For example the directions coming into Berea:   "Continue on CR 1355.  After bridge over the Middle Fork River (there was no sign) turn left uphill onto Jack Turner Rd. a single lane road.  Turn right onto unsigned SR 563 Jess Ray Rd.   At "T" turn left onto unsigned SR 39.  Turn right onto CR 1131.  At "T" turn right  to stay on SR 1131 and etc.      Often there are no towns for miles and several times I have flagged down motorist to ask which road I am on.  My greatest fear is flying down some wonderful downhill only to realize that I was  daydreaming and missed the turn onto unsigned SR 39 after crossing the unnamed Middle Fork creek.  All of the folks I have stopped have been extremely helpful and and eager to help.   Surprisingly I have not had to backtrack yet.   Hope my luck holds out for a few more days.   

Blog for July 31, 2008


July 31, 2008    Berea, KY    Rode 76 miles

 

Well, yesterday, July 30, after finishing my blog for the SECOND time,  just before the first epistle was finished it vanished into cyberspace,  Philip and I decided to drive back to Bardstown and take a tour of the Bourbon Distillary.   There are several distillaries in the area, this being the heart of Kentucky Bourbon country.   At Heaven Hills "Jim, I'll be your tour guide this afternoon" met us and explained all about the history of storing the product in charred oak barrels and the aging process.  The buildings I saw when I cycled into Bardstown are called Ricks and each had seven stories each filled with barrels of bourbon slowing aging for up to 18 years!!  At the end of the tour we tasted samples of 10 and 18 year old bourbon.   Most bourbon producers are concerned with color, fragrance and taste, but at Heaven Hills, "we also consider the FINISH of the product.   The best I could tell is the "finish" is the sensation of having a blowtorch suddenly aimed at the back of the throat when you swallow.   Both the 10 and 18 seem to have a very powerful finish in my opinion. 

 

The ride to Berea was, in a word, wet.   We awoke to rain and the forcast was for it to clear out by mid-day.   I set off about 9:00 AM when it cleared briefly but he rain soon soon began again.   Once you get wet through and through though, you can't get any wetter.   Stopping in Herrodsburg I had some great potato soup and coffee to warm up, then rode on in very heavy mist which was almost worse than the rain.  As I entered Berea at 3:30 the skies suddenly cleared with full sunshine.   The Italian Buffet did not make much profit on me that evening.