Not tired yet....

Mom told me to not worry about the time and to "keep biking until you are completely worn out". I probably would have kept going, and been in to the Upper Penisula by the time I wanted to stop, but I ran out of road. The road I was on finally dead ended in the highway after 5 and a half miles. : (

There is one spot on my bike route that always makes me a little bit scared. There are no houses around, except for this rather run down little shack and then the old railroad grade crosses the road. Several times, when Sarah and I would go biking, there would be tough looking guys going up and down the railroad grade on four wheelers and motor bikes. Anyways, I had just past the railroad grade when I heard this noise, so I looked over my shoulder and saw this four wheeler racing towards the road. I started biking a little bit faster. The four wheeler turned in the opposite direction of me. I had gone on for a little while when I noticed that the four wheeler had turned around. Now I was kind of scared. My imagination started getting a little wild. I could just see a big creepy guy with a long black beard and tattoos covering his arms. I started biking really fast.

The person on it was steadily catching up with me. I was just hoping that he would pass me before we got to the stop sign so that he wouldn't pull up along side me. He hadn't passed me, so when we go to the intersection I stopped. I could hear it come behind me and stop. I was too afraid to look behind me. Then I heard this voice. I looked over and there was this elderly gentleman, possibly in his eighties, with a red helmet strapped to his ancient face. He gave a grandfatherly smile and said something about there being more road this way. I smiled back at him, feeling somewhat silly because of my crazy imagination.