Made it to Ely. Only 180 miles to go…is it too late to turn back?
Sitting in front a convenience store giving my knees a break. These 11 and 12 year old girls are oohing and ahhhing about my bike. They ask me if I’ve been to Ely before. I say FIRST TIME! They tell me to go to Economy Drug, down the street to get a marshmallow coke. Best idea I’ve heard all day!
Ely, pronounced Ee-lee, has been good to me!
As I sat down in the drug store ordering my marshmallow coke, the girls and the younger boy that greeted me earlier, sat down next to me and told me they’re future plans in life. Strange, yet charming that these kids have no stranger danger fear in them.
Sierra, the friendly girl was all interested in my bike and that i made slot machines. The other girl, can’t remember her name, wants to be a lawyer or a scientist. The young guy wanted me to know he knew a midget named Jack and that he was the fastest one of the bunch. They all got up and left after that. Funny.