Emmett, Idaho isn’t the most bike friendly place we’ve encountered. We’re here on our lunch break after a long fifty mile ride on mostly flat, but narrowly shouldered road. Aaron is feeling some pain in his quads, and is courageously riding through the hurt. During this morning’s ride we crossed into Idaho. The morning has been uneventful, except for a quick break at an intersection, at which a too-much-testosterone pickup truck driver screamed at me even though I had the right of way and then sped off, throwing a cloud of dust in our direction. Neat.
We’re stopped now in Emmett, where we had lunch at a place called the Roe-Ann drive in restaurant. Coming from the East coast I’m not used to seeing these strange establishments where people drive into these weird little stalls and order food from a hanging speakerbox. America is funny.
We met the brunt of the bicycle animosity right there at the drive-in, where the girl sitting behind us began talking to us about how cyclists “just hold up traffic,” and “think they own the road,” while laughing as though we should be in on her bike-hating. We nervously turned our eyes down towards our hamburgers as she described how she enjoys “riding her pickup truck real close to bikers so that the mirror is just next to their heads, not to hit them, but just to scare them a bit…” We weren’t really sure how to react. She was talking as though we shared in her sentiments, yet it seemed clearly antagonistic at the same time. It was though she was saying “I hate all bikers…except you guys.” Time to get out of Emmett!
If you see this driver, clear the road!
We have a tough 35 miles ahead til we sleep tonight in Banks, ID. It’s hot again, and we all can’t wait until we’re in camp for the night. We’re just chiling in a coffeeshop, and will post again whenever we have a chance! 135 miles over the next two days and then our first rest day!!
(Happy birthday Matt Becker!!!)