I think I'll be able to average about 8 miles per hour and it is 53 miles to Schweinfurt. I should be there with several hours of daylight left to put up my tent. I'll take pictures along the way and post them when I return the following day. I'll likely not post them till I've had a night's sleep in my own bed. Well, wish me a good trip with the wind to my back and rain elsewhere.

lloyd

Well, tomorrow came and went. My wife thought that it would be too difficult for her to find me if I went all the way into Schweinfurt. So, I chose Volkach instead. I was glad I did by the end of the day. The sun and hills and done such a number on me that I was ready for her to pick me up and feed me. I had intended to camp at camp grounds in Volkach but thinking about covering the same ground a second time and being just as tired as I was today, changed my mind. Instead of my wife and grandson coming to visit me at my campsite, they picked me up at the fountain. When I returned home--after 42 miles riding in the hot sun-- she fed me a nice steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans.OOOOOh was that good. Then I got up during the night and ate again.

Oh, by the way, I met a young man named Michael with a trike similar to mine made here in Germany. We exchanged emails and intend to take some trips together.

ciao,

Trekking on a Trike.

lloyd

PS: They can say what they want; but, I can tell you this little Greenspeed GTO can pull. I've pulled many hills and have gone where upright bikers just grinned thinking I'd have to find a different route. But one piece of ground just proved Tweety Bird's worth all over again. I was faced with steps, ramp, or pick her and the fifty pounds of bags up and carry it all up hill. I decided on the granny gear of my 72 choices and up we started. Every 10 feet or so there would be a roll in the land and it would get steeper. This continued all the way to the top. It became so steep that the fifty pound bags were about to turn me over backwards. I leaned forward just to keep the weight balanced. There went all my very little mechanical advantage. With out the ability to lean back and push against the seat it all depended on my leg power and that great number 72 gear. In another situation, I had arrived in Volkach and the bike path ended on a little tril that played out at a ditch. In order to get to the highway, I had to either ride back a piece or cross the steep ditch. I decided Tweety could do it. When I started up the other side the front wheels went up into the air. Needless to say this is one point I did get off and push. However, it was not due to the lack of power in #72.

I've went up many hills that seemed to last for hours but I've never had to get off and push regardless of the load. Again, thanks to number 72.

If you see Tweety and me on the bike trail, stop and talk to us. I'm sure she will be grateful for the break from my slave driving peddling.

Until then, may the wind be at your back and the rain elsewhere.

lloyd

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