A new update from PEZ and Joshua Blank on their route to their FIFTY24PDX show on September 2nd via Upper Playground:
After we arrived in Eugene the first place for food we found was called Big Apple supper market in this photo you could see our bikes parked outside. We feasted on 2 dollar sandwiches which where huge, I had pastrami and Pez had turkey and provolone. We met another back packer who told us that we should find a place to stay on couchsurfing.com. However, we decided to start heading north of the city to find a place to camp. With out a map we were spun around and met a nice couple that gave us directions to a campsite and a route with which to begin out journey.
The place we camped was filled with scary looking biker couples and people in RV’s. We set up our small one-person tent and where the only cyclists at that site. Our tent was missing some essential parts but we improvised with branches torn from trees and twigs found on the ground. It was hot, even at night and sleep was less then replenishing. We woke late in the day around 10 and it was already getting hot. We posted some records, and explored the wooded area.
This is Steven Nicolas. He has the worst case of a rare disease, in which his body is filled with lethal neuro toxins. He had lived in San Francisco briefly but could die from touching just about anything. He really likes rock music and claims to have a computer file of it that you could spend your whole life listening to and never hear anything. We tried to give him a zine but he refused to touch it.
We began our journey North in the scorching heat.
The first town we arrived in was called Harrisburg, small towns in the middle of what seemed to be know where. This tattoo “No Worries” belonged to our friend the Phil the Leprechaun. He offered for us to come eat at his house but instead brought us to Harrisburg Skate Park.
Yeeeeeeeee, Skate or Die
This is what the other people in Harrisburg do for fun.
We took 99E north many miles in the scorching heat until we found this nice little bridge to rest under. There is a record there; if you find it and bring it to our show, we will give you a hug.
Our Next rest was in Halsey, because it was just too hot to ride. They are where some hicks dressed all in digital Camo, and milkshakes. There was no bike lane at this point and many trucks on the road. Therefore, we decided to detour east toward I,5.
The heat was killing us, literally, before I,5 we found a nice little creek covered in trees and stopped there for a few hours while the heat dissipated. While there, a biker couple appeared in yellow raft. They where searching for precious stones and petrified wood in the bottom of the lake. They hung out with us for a while and taught us about the stones they where searching for. They also gave us instructions on the best way to get to our next destination, Albany. Reminder there are records in this creek get hugs.
As we arrived in the southern end of Albany we stopped at a friendly truck stop dinner. Tired from riding in the heat and with night on the horizon, we started planning a place to camp. These fantastic hick truckers told us that we should ask a church if we could camp on their property.
This is the church that we stayed at, I walked in and asked the priest if we could stay in our lawn and him and his army of nuns said that they would have no problem with it. We slept as the sun was still going down. In the middle of the night, I awoke to two wild dogs sniffing around us. I yelled and shined my Cell phone light at them and they ran. It was very magical, they where like ghosts in the night.
We awoke as the sun was coming up, and rode in the cool morning light 29 miles to Salem, mostly on the highway. Today the weather is 20% cooler. It was hectic riding on the highway but we where determined to cover some ground. We arrived in south Salem at 10 AM.
Our breakfast at Mc Donald’s consisted of bacon egg and cheese Mc Griddle’s, three hash browns, coffee and coke. This place was a meeting place for old folks who where offended by the way we smelled. This was not your ordinary Mickey Deez.
Salem is weird.
To be continued………
