Tonight as I was futzing around on the Internet I found it! My entries for my 2006 tour from South Carolina to West Bend. I'm elated and below is just one of my ridiculous days on the road. ((Looking back on this - - even I THINK IT'S CRAZY!)
SURVIVOR STEFFES - HITCHING A RIDE THROUGH THE
HILLS SEPT 15TH 2006
This has now officially become the
bicycling/hitchhiking tour. It's a
clunky way to travel, but somehow I think it'll catch on.
Unsafe roads and way too many steep hills, along with
my ignorance about the area, have prompted the decision to revert to Plan B.
I left Abingdon, VA with every intention of make it
across the state line to Kentucky today.
However, during breakfast at the Chicken Little Diner I started
listening to the locals talk about ‘bad roads’ and ‘not enough room for you and
the trucks.’
In an attempt to add a little levity to the issue I asked
one trucker what the CB term was for they bicyclists. "Vehicles" he said blandly. "Vehicles?" I repeated.. "NO,
VICTIMS," he said enunciating so as to wipe clean his southern
accent.
Not long into the ride on Hwy 19 from Abingdon to
Hansonville proved to be what the locals said - - not enough room for me and
the semis. And the semis weren't moving over.
Pausing at a gas station to rest my nerves I met
Mike. A former sheriff's deputy in Wise
County; now retired. "Injured on
the job fighting with an 18-year-old drunk," said Mike who had a bald head
and the build of a WWF wrestler. Mike
owned a couple acres and a few horses in the mountains. He took me past our initial destination of
Coeburn and dropped me off at the Food City in Wise, VA.
That's where I met Drew and Peggy. Drew was in a one piece blue and orange
jumpsuit and I asked him for directions.
He told me to 'hole tight, I'll take ya dare.'
We threw my rig in the back of his pickup, nestled
it between the gas cans and weed eaters.
"We'll take yuse as far as Pound, then I's got to get back and
mow."
I jumped into the front cab next to Peggy. She helped Drew with the mowin'. The two were a younger couple, not
married. If I were to profile Drew, I
probably would have been wary of getting in the vehicle alone. He had tattoos up and down his arm and talked
about working in the coal mines.
"Make about $25 to $30 an hour," he said adding “the huge fans
worked to keep most of the bad gasses out.”
We became a very close threesome within the next 10
miles. Mostly because Drew tried driving at the speed of light and every turn
had gravity pulling us to one side of the vehicle or the other.
Drew and Peggy also took me a bit further then
Pound. "We'll gettcha up this last
hill and then you'll be able to just drift into Kentucky," said Drew.
I drifted a bit and then had two more huge hills to
climb before resting at a gas station outside Jenkins. As I was sitting I saw an old lady trying to
lift the hood of her vehicle. She seemed
to know what she was doing, but after unlatching the hood she didn't have the
strength to push it up. "What do
we have goin on here," I asked raising the hood and clipping the brace in
place.
"That's my mess over there," said the
woman pointing to a pool of water by the pump.
"Need some water for my radiator." Viola was 83 years old. She had a little egg from breakfast in the
corner of her mouth. She also had a
snack packed for later that day, on the front of her shirt.
"Do you like this area," she asked
pleasantly. "Very hilly," I
started to say and Viola cut me off.
"Oh the trees are so pretty and when it snows it's just gorgeous."
Viola doppled inside to get some water and I went to
the house next door to the gas station.
The building had been converted into a radio station and I went to chat
about format and news. After about 10
minutes my break was over and time to get back on the road.
As I was pulling up the driveway onto the highway I
ran into Viola, she was walking.
"Hey Viola, where are you going," I asked. She acted
surprised, like this was the first time we met.
"I'm crossing the road to make a phone call," she said. "Didn't they have a phone back at the
gas station?" Viola waved me off like there was a feud between the Hatfield’s
and McCoy’s and she wasn't about to use THEIR phone.
"I have a phone you can use," I said. "YOU have a phone," she said almost
laughing and secretly knowing my lifestyle ban on phones and figuring I was only smart
enough to turn it on and then we'd both be stuck.
Viola was giving me a lot of credit, I really
haven't even tried turning it on yet.
"I don't think you should be on this
road," I said as a passing semi drowned out my words. Viola didn't react, she just kept on
moving. "I'll walk with you,"
I said... to Viola's back.
Within the first 10 feet on the highway there
was a WIDE LOAD house parked at the side of the road. The ditch was too deep on one side so Viola
continued walking with confidence on the speedy-highway side.
It felt just like the television show Survivor
and our mission was to get the old lady across the highway.
We were a team, edging alongside the wide load. Me saddled with my bike and 70 pounds of gear and Viola armed with determination and constant confusion.
We were a team, edging alongside the wide load. Me saddled with my bike and 70 pounds of gear and Viola armed with determination and constant confusion.
"We'd better hurry," I said keeping
an eye over my shoulder for traffic. Viola turned and looked at me, like it was the first time she saw
me. She also felt she was holding up the
line so she turned and graciously waved me ahead.
"That's o.k.," I said. "I'll follow you." And that's when Viola felt it was time for a
hug. "Oh you're so
nice," she said pulling me close and unintentionally sharing her snack.
Pushing forward I suggested we cross to the
median. I tried to rush and Viola kept
to her 'I've-got-nothing-on-my schedule' pace. We reached the median and I suggested Viola
take my hand as we cross to the other side.
She looked at me with a hint of stubbornness. "I can," she began and stuttered as
she stumbled off the curb. "I can
do it myself."
Viola was testing my survival skills along with my
patience.
I managed to flag down one of the truckers crossing the Highway returning to his wide load. "Come help this lady," I said. He moved one step slower then Viola but finally the two got across the road and I headed for the state line.
I managed to flag down one of the truckers crossing the Highway returning to his wide load. "Come help this lady," I said. He moved one step slower then Viola but finally the two got across the road and I headed for the state line.
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