Day 30 Imlay City, MI to Strathroy, ON

Posted by cgiblin2 on July 23, 2011 in Day 30 |

Day 30 Imlay City, MI to Strathroy, ON
Riding time today: 6:33
Riding time total: 168:53
Distance today: 86.24 mi
Distance total: 2,029.38 mi
Average speed: 13.0 mph
Top speed: 28.9 mph
Average cadence: 70 rpm
Max cadence: 90 rpm
Calories burned: 4,409

Today stated off with an early start and a breakfast at McDonalds. I knew it was going to be an exciting day because I would be riding into a new country. After I ordered my McGriddle and sat down, an elderly woman asked me how far I’ve ridden so far. I told her and she was pretty amazed. She insisted on giving me her hash brown for some reason, so I accepted. I could barely stomach a sausage, egg, and cheese McGriddle, two hash browns, coffee, and orange juice, but I did in knowing that I would need that energy later.

Riding this morning towards Port Huron was your typical Michigan morning, although it was much cooler than yesterdays morning. The shoulder wasn’t too great, but there very few cars on the road, and the ones that passed me gave me plenty of room.


Port Huron’s roads on the other hand were pretty torn up and in need of repair. There was a lot of traffic due to road construction. However, I was able to weave through the long lines. I know drivers love to see bicyclists outrunning them ;) .

As I was riding up to the Blue Water Bridge, I noticed that there were no specific instructions for bicyclists, so I kept riding straight along and stopped at the toll booth. I was ready to pay the bridge toll, when a worker came out with a walkie talkie. The look on her face read “why can’t you come across the bridge in a car like normal people do?” She was friendly however and told me that they we’re going to drive me across the bridge. The best part was, there was no bridge toll for bicyclists! Now came the part where I had to be interview by Canadian customs. As the truck pulled into the customs area, two officers approached me. One of them asked for some form of ID. I thought it was a little odd that they didn’t ask me for my passport, but whatever, I handed it to them anyways. I got drilled on the standard questions: where do you live, what do you do, why are you coming to Canada, and et cetera. After two minutes, they told me “enjoy your trip” and I was in with no problems.


Sarnia, ON, what a breath of fresh air that city was. Finally, I was amongst friendly Canadians. As long as they didn’t figure oout (sorry, couldn’t resist) that I wasn’t one of them, I would be riding the gravy train with biscuit wheels. There were a few cases in which I almost blew my cover. One was, when I went into Burger King for lunch, drank my beverage, then whet up to the counter for a refill, the cashier insisted on giving me a new cup. Then, when I went up for my second refill, she insisted on giving me another new cup. When I asked her why she couldn’t reuse my original cup, she informed me that it was a health risk, namely spreading hepatitis. She looked puzzled trying to figure out why I didn’t know that, as that had been the norm in Ontario for many years.

Another way I almost blew my cover was at Subway. I was going through the vegetables that I wanted on my sandwich, when I said “bell peppers.” The lady making my sandwich looked up at me and said “what?” I thought that she didn’t hear me correctly, so I repeated myself and pointed at the bell peppers. “Oh, green peppers” she quickly said. So, remember the next time you come to Canada it’s imperative that you address “bell peppers” as “green peppers.”

Getting out of Sarnia and riding along some of the back country roads was nice. It was a little on the quiet side and thoughts of Montana started to revisit me. I had to go back into careful planning mode, as my choices for gas stations and motels were now greatly limited.


The weather started to look a little stormy, and I felt a few drops of rain. I had already put in over 80 miles, so I was ready to call it. According to my GPS, the nearest motel was another 24 miles. It wasn’t the distance that was going to be a problem, rather it was the impending storm.


A gas station was up the road, and when I got closer, I noticed a motel next to it. Awesome, this one wasn’t listed in my GPS, it looked nice, it was CAA approved (Canadian AAA), and it was the only one for another 24 miles. I took it, although it was a little pricer than I had wanted, $62. I’m going to keep up these earlier starts!


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Location:Victoria St,Strathroy,Canada

4 Comments

  • alix says:

    Awesome Chris! :) I saw your brother and G the other day, he told us about your trip, 加油!!

    • cgiblin2 says:

      Hey Alix,

      Yeah, it looks like you all had a really great time together. Thanks for the encouragement and good luck with where you are heading post-California.

  • Bill Bettis says:

    Chris.

    I lost your email so if this is repetitive, I am sorry. We have a good friend in New Hampshire near Bedford. Do you have a cell # if so please give us a call 847-697-2034. If your trip involves stopping. It would mean lodging, a good meal and all the other necessities. Have a great trip. Sam will be contacting you as well.

    Bill

    • cgiblin2 says:

      Hi Uncle Bill,

      Thanks so much for the offer. Going through New Hampshire may have been a route I should have considered as riding through the Berkshires in Mass was quite the challenge. Anyway, as you probably already know, I am here in Boston and have officially ended the tour as of yesterday. I now understand why Sam chose to live here for so many years!

      Cheers,

      Chris

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