Having felt a little under the weather a few days earlier, I guess my body decided that I needed to sleep more to clear things up. That’s my explanation of why I didn’t wake up until after 9:30 anyway. With another short day ahead of me, I wasn’t in a rush and so life was good. We had a relaxed breakfast of sausage and eggs and spoke more about travel and different mindsets before I hit the road on the way to Lynne & Roger, whom Patrick had hooked me up with.
I followed the same rails to trail programme as I had ridden on the day before for about 10 miles before getting to Chieflands where I sorted out a small matter with my earphones and then was about to hop on my bike when a guy asked me from 20 yards away or so if I had a minute spare. I said sure and part of me wishes I’d apologised and just headed off.
The guy walked over to me and he was about 5’10, chubby and with white hair. He had a woman behind him, who I guess was maybe his wife, but she stood behind him in a subservient manner. He made a comment about my mirror and how some relative of his had invented it back in the 60s, I said to pass my thanks on because it’s a wonderful piece of equipment. It somehow went from tha,t to him telling me how society is terrible and that it’s because of the lack of corporal punishment in school. I stood there with a look of confusion on my face and made a couple of comments about how I didn’t think that that was really to blame for the so-called downfall in society and I wasn’t sure that society was really falling apart quite as much as he thought it was. That’s when he started flipping out and said how he had been a teacher for 34 years and I knew nothing and that when you’re hired in the US the number one rule is to never be alone with a student, I said that that rule probably had some base in how litigous the country seems as some people might see it as a way to get out of a bad situation by suing the school board. That pushed him even further along and he let me know that such a comment was outrageous for me to make and that the US is only following the UK in it’s sue-happiness. I bit my tongue and didn’t mention that the UK isn’t full of advertising for lawyers by the side of the road or the countless stories of litigation here. The dialogue continued to get more heated and I put an end to it by telling him that I was walking away. What a complete moron. I feel sorry for his ex-students.
I rode away for a couple of minutes then recorded a video. It was great to vent and meant I wasn’t running the situation over in my head on the long flat roads to Dunnellon. The 55 miles of riding contained less elevation gain as a couple of miles in the mountains. It did however give me time to study my Spanish flashcards as I rolled along, always a good thing to do and ensures my Spanish is progressing, at least a little bit.
The highlight of Dunnellon was the library which had rocking chairs outside which I’d have loved to use, but they seemed to have no WiFi. A bit of time was spent at McDonalds ensuring I had no e-mails outstanding from last year and then I made my way over to Lynn & Roger for what proved to be an enthralling evening. They were family members of Patrick and so had agreed to help me out after he called them. There was an instant click and I loved talking to them. Something about their way of thinking just seems so right to me and the night passed exchanging stories and giving them information about cycle touring which is something that I really hope they get into as they seem to be the perfect people for it.
Talking about a moron
Goethe State Forest