15 Seconds of Fame

So we did what any good-hearted, unbreakable, and determined kids would do. We kept on and carried on. I started to notice things though… people… everywhere.

“There’s something going on here”… with the use of a little common sense I determined that the crowds

lining the street of 1A on September 11^th must indicate some sort of town gathering; some sort of celebration, something like a parade.  I thought we’d be in the clear once we got off 1A and back on the right track, but as we hung a Ricky onto US1 (YES. Heading the right direction SOUTH), we realized… we were IN it. Men and women in uniform lined the street with the presentation of the American flag. We didn’t know what to do but we sure as heck didn’t want to stop so Adam quickly shouted, “can we bike here??” and the servicemen shouted back, “sure! But you’ll be leading it!” So we did. And although no one would probably remember the weirdo pulling a wobbly yellow trailer and an awkward looking girl in an orange neon jacket, that didn’t stop us from playing the part. This seemed like the REAL perfect start to a very crazy trip.