The Message section on yesterday’s “Two Miles of Plastic-y PolyNylonEsterLenePropyl Twine” post isn’t exactly a scientific poll, but there seems to be a consensus that I should have gone back to find its origin. Okay, okay, okay! I can take a hint.
It was bugging me all night . . . what might I find back there? It was suggested that I might find alien activity. Or that I might find the answer to the age-old question, how long is a piece of string? Personally, I was thinking more along the lines of a POT OF GOLD! And it would be all mine.
Greed, anxiety, and peer pressure got the best of me. I rode west on Highway 55 this morning in search of fame and, more importantly, fortune.
One problem I had though, was that I often couldn’t see the twine from the other side of the road. I had to make several excursions back and forth across the busy highway to make sure it was still there.
When I got to the point where I discovered the string yesterday after coming off the gravel road, my excitement level really started building up. I rode all the way to the next intersection, crossed the highway again, and I saw no polyolypropoly twine.
I was smart enough to realize that was the time to turn around and ride back eastward to find the end of the line, the pot ‘o gold, the motherlode of Cycle-365 glory. And I found it.
I gotta come clean: I brought that fake million-dollar bill with me to stage the last two pictures. Here is what I actually found at the end of the line.
Alright, that last picture wasn’t completely legitimate either. G-2 photo-bombed me without my knowledge. He did NOT tie that twine to the pole. But somebody did. And I’m guessing after they tied that knot, they drove off in the middle of the night while holding a huge ball of twine out the window and let it unwind for 2.1 miles. [As you know, I don’t carry a bike computer so I went to Google Maps and set the before-and-after coordinates to obtain that 2.1 mile figure.]
On the way back to MY Town, I had some more Polyethylenepropylitic fun.
The traffic on Highway 55 was one thing, but the thing that I feared more than that was that rumble strip in the middle of the shoulder. If I had hit that thing while riding one-handed I most certainly would have dropped my phone and added even more screen cracks than it already has.
I rode around some more today, but when I got home I was curious about what it would cost somebody to tie one end of polypropethylmethylacetyline twine to a highway post and ride until it runs out 2.1 miles later.