In the desert

Distance: 98.4 miles
Time in Saddle: 8hrs 17mins
Overall distance: 416 miles



Day Five
Got up in the middle of the night to make sure the video had down loaded to you tube…hadn’t so tried again, successfully this time. As I was riding out of town on highway 50 I got a wolf whistle from two ‘gals’ in a convertible. Admittedly they were coming from behind. I’ve been told that my bum is my best feature. Or was it my face…. or was it my face looked like my bum. I can’t remember but it’s always nice to get a wolf whistle. It made me peddle a little harder, for about two hundred yards. I met a couple as I cycled along today, they were doing a cycling holiday and were going to Fallon. Everyone seems to go there, but it’s not a very big town. I had a rest at a deserted petrol station, the shade was very nice. It was along pretty straight road to Fallon and relatively flat, thank god. However it does tend to make your bottom hurt. Mine has been really uncomfortable today….I’m a little worried because I woke up with my underpants on the wrong way round? Only kidding. It’s pretty desolate round here, miles of nothing but desert and scrubland. It makes you wonder how people make a living. I stopped at a conveniences store come hardware store come gossip shop. There was only one customer while I was there and she came for a chinwag. The lady who owned it was very nice and took my picture outside the store. I did have a very cold can of lager. It certainly felt refreshing.
The trouble with cycling in this weather is that you don’t know if you are sweating because the heat evaporates the moisture as soon as it appears on the skin. I will have to be careful to keep drinking fluid. It’s like riding with someone blowing a hot hairdryer in your face. My mouth gets terribly dry…I’m a moaning get aren’t I. I’m only telling you how it is. I did warn you that I would tell you everything. I’m having a break at a McDonalds at the moment. I’m outside with gusher having a nice cold drink. I can’t get their Internet at the moment so I’m doing it in word and will down load it later.
I don’t believe this. I just got another wolf whistle…off two lads. I went to the ‘rest room’ as they say in America…I couldn’t rest so I had a wee. As I was walking past these two lads and a girl. One them whistled, I’m pretty sure it was one of the lads. The same happened when I came out. I suppose they were just trying to get me to react…I didn’t rise to the bate, if you’ll pardon the pun. I have never been wolf whistled in all my life, now twice in one day...I feel really cheap...I'm goin to stop wearing short skirts.
I set off again after something to eat. I was going to stay in Fallon, there is a really cheap motel there but I had plenty of light left so I decided to press on I did another thirty odd miles, which I’m pleased about. I always seem to cycle better as the day progresses, perhaps it’s the cooler weather or just my bottom goes numb and I don’t feel it as much.
It’s been a much better day today. The roads are flatter, if dead straight and long…a little boring. The scale and the vastness of the landscape is awe-inspiring. You can see the trail that the pioneers used to get to California. They must have been as hard as nails and very determined. Until you pass through this country you can only imagine the challenge it must have been for them.
I’m camping in the desert at the moment as I write this. I’m not too far away from the road as I noticed a sign saying navel training missile range….not a good sign. I’ve heard a couple of jet planes going over but they won’t bomb near the road…will they?