Made it to Biship's Fall's and pitched tent just before the thunder storm hit.
That's how the day started as well, packing wet and veloed through heavy rain until 1300 hours. Didn't want to leave to tent to be honest.
Boy, I dislike the young male yahoos in the 4x4 trucks with oversize tires or the chowderheads on Harleys. For some imbicile reason they need to rev their no-muffler engines as they pass me as if I'm some threat to their macho. It was hilarious to see a girlfriend snap a photo of me in Grand Falls from a boy truck that blasted my ears an hour previous.
A day of meeting nice people on this friendly island. The river along this section of road looks just like what I imagined the Mississippi of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn's adventures. A kind of Eden.
Tomorrow, with a good forecast, I hope to get to Gander and beyond. Today I feel I'm close to the end for the first time - St. John's 412 km.
TECHNICAL REPORT: I know no one may read this until the end, but should note that the right front brake is no longer functional. The problem arises from the right wheel's increasing wobble off centre - not able to fix until St. John's.
The disk brake, attached to the right wheel, now has too much deviation from centre. The disk grinds againts both sides of the brake pads when not engaged, hindering forward progress and uneffective when braking.
My solution is to take the right brake completely off-line and rely only on the left disk brake. The left brake is 40-70 percent functional. Evasive steering may be necessary in case of emergency. Oh, and there's always the Flintstone Braking Option....
End Ship's Log entry.
-- Major Dude
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