Long-haul biking kills Jeffrey’s appetite. But he does like a bit of breakfast.
Jeffrey told Angela about the Ride. Angela views human rights broadly. Firearm rights. Hunting rights. She resents that the Washington state government outlawed “hound hunting”. In a testament to her big heart and the complexity of good people’s values, Angela also believes in immigrant and refugee rights.
Angela knows the harshness of immigration law. She told Jeffrey of the many years it took for a restaurant manager to get a green card through her 23 year old soldier son. The manager’s joy is tempered by news that her son is being sent to one of our war zones: she asks, what good is a green card without her son?
Our Sprint 26, parked outside the restaurant, attracted attention.
While Jeffrey talked, the snow began.
At first the wet snow was merely unpleasant.
Fourteen miles of smooth bike path weren’t bad.
But the rest of today’s 57 mile journey was on highways. As the snow fell more heavily, it started to stick.
I was safe in a plastic bag. Jeffrey was clad for the weather. He stayed dry for a few hours. Then dampness penetrated. His feet began to freeze. And we were half deaf from the roar of motor traffic: from huge construction and log trucks, to “macho” pickups that need mufflers. Wet weather makes engines and tires extra loud.
How nice when Ted flagged us in south Tacoma and gave us a reason to pause.
Today was a sad day, the third anniversary of Ted’s wife’s death. He and Jeffrey talked of love and loss, how one adapts but never really gets over it.
Ted used to drive trucks. He recently got a license authorizing him to deliver prescription medicines. He was trained as an auto mechanic but like Jeffrey is baffled by today’s electronic cars. His son, a bike mechanic, still uses his hands to fix things.
Ted feels bad for refugees. After Jeffrey told him about the Ride, Ted made a nice donation to Human Rights First.
We ended today’s trip at a motel in Puyallup. Meet two more believers in human rights.
Brii was teaching Michelle how to use the motel’s electronics. It was a steep learning curve.
They had less to learn about immigration injustice. Both already knew how immigrant children and adults alike are sent to immigration court without a lawyer.
Michelle is a professional fisherman (her term). She has fished off Ventura, where we reached the Pacific on our 2017 Ride to California. She has fished in Alaska, loves its beauty, and said we ought to continue the Ride up there.
Today we passed the 400 mile mark on this Ride. Tomorrow we continue north.