I started off on the beach but realised that the sand was far to thick to cycle on. I decided to cross over the dune seperrating the beach and private homes,to make my way to the road. After trespassing through I private property I came onto the sand road as can be seen in the pic. The sand on the road was just as thick as on the beach, I lugged the bike and kit up hill and down hill and about 3 miles later I seemed no where closer to the end of it. A car came by and stopped, a middle aged couple in the vehicle asked where I was going. I told them Kitty Hawk, they looked rather bemused and told me the road goes on for another 11 miles like that. My heart nearly stopped,because 3 miles of this was more than enough for me. They offered to give me a lift to the tar road, my heart beat for joy. We introduced ourselves, John and Teresa were on holiday from Maryland and were a delightful couple. They went well over 30 miles out of their way, so if you are reading this I want to thank you so much or I would still be making my way on that dirt road today.
The First good samaritans that day- John and Teresa
The bay side scenery. I stopped for breakfast in a Korean run shop, all the other shops were closed. when it came to paying the bill I couldn't find my wallet, I panicked,my money,cards,everything was in it. A chap overheard me and offered to pay my bill - The Second Good Samaritan. I raced to where I had said goodbye to John and Teresa and frantically looked around, praying "oh God, let me find it". There lying on the bench outside the shop where I bought coffee was the wallet,all in tact.
Feeling good,and overwhelmed from all the grace from strangers I cycled happily along the cycle path, until I hit glass strewn all over, I heard the back tire blow and not only that, a spoke had also broken which was concerning as the back wheel was carrying most of the weight . My mood changed once again to dispare, i hadn't fixed a bicycle tire in 35 years. walking my bike about 700 meters on, i found a bench overlooking a tennis club and began to fix it. Another cyclist Dave stopped and asked if I was okay. The Third Good Samaritan that day. He was a great support as he phoned around looking for a cycle shop to fix my spoke. He found one about another 23.5 miles away.
Dave wouldn't leave me until he saw that everything was fine with me. Dave thanks again. I knew I wouldn't make the bike shop in time so I cycled further before camping on the side of the road.
Dave wouldn't leave me until he saw that everything was fine with me. Dave thanks again. I knew I wouldn't make the bike shop in time so I cycled further before camping on the side of the road.
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