Day 12 - Dresden, Germany - Rain and Grit
Tony's View
We woke up this morning, and Joan checked the forecast. Somehow, overnight it had completely changed. What was supposed to be a decent riding day had transformed into a rainy one... and we had 65 miles on the schedule. What luck. After a brief discussion that mostly consisted of staring at the radar and wishing for a different forecast, we decided to do the only sensible thing: suit up and head out into the light rain. After all, the miles weren't going to ride themselves.
We got down the road and spotted a group of kids running across the countryside. Based on our extensive observational skills, we concluded they were probably cross-country runners. The runner out front was wearing a backpack, so we immediately promoted him to "Coach." It seemed only fitting. Nick is usually the one leading the charge and, as an Eagle Scout, he's no stranger to carrying gear and making good decisions. But after watching these kids sprint through the rain and mud, we're starting to think the coaches over here might just be tougher. π
We saw sheep farms all day long, and every flock seemed to have gotten a fresh haircut. It must be sheep-shearing season because there wasn't much wool left to admire. The sheep looked a little surprised by their new streamlined appearance, but I'm sure they're enjoying the lighter load. In the picture, you can see one of the farm dogs diligently keeping an eye on its sheep. While the sheep may have lost their wool, they certainly haven't lost their supervision.
We also spotted a set of twin lambs having a snack from their mother. Of course, by the time we got our phones out and ready for the perfect photo, they had already wandered off. That's a universal law of photography for us. Seeing the twins immediately made us think of Rafi and Santi, Wade and Linda's twin boys. Unlike the lambs, though, we're pretty sure those two will be much harder to herd. π
Here I am with my fellow Suburban Scarecrows, apparently searching the countryside for lost luggage. Judging by our appearance, we looked highly qualified for the job.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for anyone missing a bag. After all, I know exactly what that feels like. Fortunately, these scarecrows seemed willing to help with the search. They may not cover much ground, but they certainly have plenty of time on their hands. π
If you zoom in close enough, you can see the grit everywhere: on my legs, all over the bike, and even on the bag cover in the back. This was the result of riding in the rain on a gravel path, which turned into a mud-slinging machine.
By the time we stopped, it looked like we'd been competing in a cycling version of a Tough Mudder event. Every puddle seemed determined to leave its mark, and judging by the amount of gravel stuck to us, a good portion of the trail came along for the ride.
We did our best to wipe everything down before continuing, but it was one of those situations where you clean off a pound of mud and immediately pick up another pound a mile later. π At least the rain kept the dust down. Unfortunately, it replaced it with something much stickier.
The restroom had water, and we were able to thoroughly rinse off the bike, the drivetrain, and a good portion of the gravel we'd been carrying around with us. After a little trail-side maintenance, the bike was running smoothly and quietly again, with no more crunching, grinding, or mysterious grit noises. It's amazing how happy a cyclist can get over a functioning faucet. π
Sometimes the highlights of a ride aren't the castles, churches, or scenic overlooks. Sometimes it's finding a roadside restroom with water just when your bicycle sounds like it's eating rocks.
Of course, I also had to get the picture below. Now, I have absolutely no idea what it really is, but I'm convinced it's either an old Soviet missile silo or a refinery like the ones back home in Lima.
The logical explanation is probably that it's some sort of industrial facility. The much more entertaining explanation is that we've accidentally discovered a secret Cold War installation that everyone else has overlooked for the last 40 years. π So until someone proves otherwise, I'm voting for the missile silo theory. It makes for a much better story than "interesting industrial equipment."
We stopped at a biergarten along the bike path and, before long, a few people wandered over to check out the bike. That seems to happen quite a bit over here. I think they are amazed with it's the setup, Either way, we finally decided to get a picture of the attraction.
Below, you'll see me enjoying a large German beer with only about five miles left to our Airbnb. This was a carefully calculated decision based on advanced cycling logistics and emergency restroom planning. Five miles felt like the perfect distance. Far enough to earn the beer, but close enough that a sudden "pee emergency" wouldn't turn into a major expedition. π
After a long day of rain, gravel, grit, bike washing, and more gravel, that beer tasted especially good. Sometimes the best part of a ride isn't the destination. Sometimes it's knowing the destination is only five miles away and you're already holding a cold beer. π»
When we finally made it to the Airbnb, we unloaded all the bags and batteries and started a rough cleaning of the bikes before heading over to the Bike Hospital. By then, the bikes looked like they had completed a military training exercise instead of a bike tour.
When I got there, the gifts from Matt Hoying were waiting for us. I was able to get them installed and configured in a way that has Joan's chain working much better. It was one of those small adjustments that makes a big difference.
I asked what I owed them for the help, and they simply said, "Pay it forward." ππ Just another great example of people helping people. Although, if we're being honest, I'm pretty sure "paying it forward" in this case actually means thanking Matt Hoying, because he's the one who started the whole chain reaction of kindness in the first place. Meaning I don't have to pay him back either. π
It's been amazing how often complete strangers have gone out of their way to help us on this trip. The bike community really does seem to operate on a simple principle: if someone needs help, you help them. And then hopefully someday they get the chance to do the same for someone else.
Joan's Extras
Today started out as a 4 layer day, meaning I started out wearing 4 layers of shirts / jackets / coats. I usually make that strategic decision when checking the weather before we head out. Tony started out at 1 and then went to 2 when the rain got a little heavier, then back to 1 when the engine got sweaty. That lovely fairing did a great job of keeping ME dry. π
Lots of turns and curves today also, and when you are concerned about what the condition of the road ahead looks like, you are keeping an eye out for what's just around the corner. While I definitely prefer riding in the countryside over the city, one of the risks is rain and gravel. Tony did a great job keeping us upright again!
We hit the jackpot for dinner tonight as we were walking around searching for a nearby restaurant on Google Maps., Restaurant brennNessel. Everything was chef made with lots of fresh veggies.