Monday, July 23, 2012

Maybe Tomorrow

Day 17, July 23rd Monday.

Today the itch to move on had come too great, but had to scratch it.
I needed to move, to be gaining miles, to feel the rumble beneath me, smell the air of the countryside and be one with the road.

But first, a Manor interlude.

 Peyton riding the beast with his trusty sidekick cousin Cameron.

Once Melissa and Karla found that my bike was a good diversion for the kids, they finally took a short break

Then the Three Amigos were at it.

Cameron riding the bike like a bat out of hell, Peyton hanging on for dear life, while Seth on the bike doesn't trust Cameron's riding skills.

Melissa and her boys left, the house suddenly a little quieter.  I think Cameron got a little sad.  poor fella.

Karla made up a really nice fish soup which I ate a big bowl of it.  

Meanwhile, in my head the tune to the Littlest Hobo played 

for the unlearned, the lyrics:

Song lyrics to Maybe Tomorrow (Littlest Hobo):
There's a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road, that's where I'll always be.
Every stop I make, I make a new friend,
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

Down this road that never seems to end,
Where new adventure lies just around the bend.
So if you want to join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.

So if you want to join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

There's a world that's waiting to unfold,
A brand new tale no-one has ever told.
We've journeyed far far and know it wont be long;
We're almost there, and we've paid our fare with our hobo song.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

So if you want to join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll find what I call home, Until tomorrow, you know I'm free

And onwards I went with the road calling out to me.  until i heard a big bang about 14km from New Glasgow.  I thought the chain fell off, or worse, snapped.

Thankfully it was neither as it was one of the chainguards that got wrenched into the front sprocket.
I took out the rubber piece that was wedged in and took a look at the chain again.  Wow.  extremely loose and with approximately 1300km to go home (if i were to go direct) the chain would not hold up much longer.

I planned on going through Maine after NB, but may have to postpone for a different trip.  Who knows.
Now I sit/sat writing up the blogs in a motel in Truro, NS, as I feel I owe it to a few.

Tomorrow, I check out if anyone can fix me and the bike up...

Maybe Tomorrow...


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