"Young Tom" reinflating his wheel after we changed a spoke on it. We had to replace the nipple too. Many of his drive-train spokes are ripping out of his rim because he's such a savage 'Stralian beast-man. He's rubbish at using that pump though.
Not the best, but not the worst morning road.
Nice train tunnel.
Sometimes it's pertinent to wait for cars. Do we look pensive? We weren't. Don't tell us how to feel!
Oh hey let's go back into Ohio from Kentucky on this sweet steel bridge! There was another bridge that we Google maps told me to take over, but it wasn't even done being built yet. The iPhone version said use this bridge. I hate it when Apples get this right.I forgot to upload the photo. Imagine a bridge that I'm not on.
I'm not sure what happened here, but there was real fear that I was going to drop my phone through the grate into the Ohio River.
Highway 52 in Ohio suuuucked with a capital F-U-C-K-T-H-I-S-R-O-A-D.
Highway 15 was much nicer.
Aaron looks towards the horizon, wondering what's to come.
The 'Stralians ride, locked in an epic psychic poke'mon battle, dead to the world 'cept for the incescent pumping of their legs.
Oh hey, look, West Virginia. Nice sign placement, jerks.
Fine West Virginia, your sign is a Hardee's.
Highway 52 in West Virginia was var superior to Ohio's.
Joe, your bike isn't going anywhere. You don't have to watch it so closely.
Industryyyyyy!
Oh Hi.
History. Also, not all the useful of the sign? "There is an old grave nearby." Thanks. "Nearby" is totally a useful thing to tell us.
River
What the hell Joe, you photo-bombing son-a-gun.
Our living room for the night.
Our home for the night.
Our town for the night.
Our cool art in the town for the night. Anyone know what molecule that is?
Our really special Larch Tree plaque for the night.
Our federally protected Larch Tree for the night.
Our Aaron for the night.
I'm not sure what happened here, but there was real fear that I was going to drop my phone through the grate into the Ohio River.
Highway 52 in Ohio suuuucked with a capital F-U-C-K-T-H-I-S-R-O-A-D.
Highway 15 was much nicer.
Aaron looks towards the horizon, wondering what's to come.
The 'Stralians ride, locked in an epic psychic poke'mon battle, dead to the world 'cept for the incescent pumping of their legs.
Oh hey, look, West Virginia. Nice sign placement, jerks.
Fine West Virginia, your sign is a Hardee's.
Highway 52 in West Virginia was var superior to Ohio's.
Joe, your bike isn't going anywhere. You don't have to watch it so closely.
Industryyyyyy!
Oh Hi.
History. Also, not all the useful of the sign? "There is an old grave nearby." Thanks. "Nearby" is totally a useful thing to tell us.
River
What the hell Joe, you photo-bombing son-a-gun.
Our living room for the night.
Our home for the night.
Our town for the night.
Our cool art in the town for the night. Anyone know what molecule that is?
Our really special Larch Tree plaque for the night.
Our federally protected Larch Tree for the night.
Our Aaron for the night.
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