"In his new bike shoes," Dean added.
The last 200 miles of the bus ride traversed the first three days of the bike tour route after which the tour would turn north and enter the really tough mountain portions of the trek.
Yeah, he was on a bike but it wasn't electric.
The bike was a trophy from a time when Dean's budget contained more expendable income.
I told him we were trying to trace the electric bike by its model but asked about checking hospitals.
It started as a geezer bike for retirees in Florida and Arizona.
I've got the name of a sex offender who bought a Volt Wheel electric bike in Oxnard, California.
I picked it up in a garage sale, for two dollars—with a bike tire patch kit tossed in.
The shirt's from the Ride the Rockies bike tour.
Time to go back to keeping the county safe, 'from speeders and bike nappers'.
Instead he mounted his bike and began the long climb up the hill, killing time before his Thursday night date.
He continued testing the tension on his bike chain, wiping the grease on a paper napkin.
Hoisting the lightweight bike to his shoulders, he walked to the paved Main Street before mounting.
Dean remembered the Ride the Rockies bike tour, when he had fallen, nearly killing himself, but put his bruised and cut body back on a bike, just to finish.
No plate on the bike but it said, Volt-Wheel, for a brand name.
He began perusing a fat envelope of Midwest travel information secured for his July Iowa bike tour.
He buys the bike in Scranton or someplace up north and stashes it in the trunk of his company car, dropping the tire patch kit.
But he doesn't really need bike shoes unless he plans to bike a long distance.
Because he parked the motor home in some campground near Norfolk, then transferred the bike to his car, stashed the bike somewhere down the beach and used it the next morning, like you said, to get back to the motor home.
He always wanted to bike in the mountains but we had trouble enough funding two weeks vacation on the Jersey shore with the Rileys.
Given more time, he'd have preferred to put the bike on the car's rack and chew up some countryside miles, touring the hills and farm lands that surrounded Parkside.
I've been meaning to get my bike fixed too.
So where are the bike shoes now?
So why haul the bike in the car and not the motor home?
In spite of the cloudy weather and the threat of rain, Dean ended the daylight hours listening to the hum of his bike tires on the country roads west of Parkside.
Crouched astride a bike was a great place to think and he surely needed training with his July week in Iowa getting closer all the time.
He shifted his bike into high gear as he began a long downhill, building speed, anxious to get home.
The story described an annual one-week bike tour of the Colorado Rockies and the address for information was circled and underlined.
"Tell me about this 'Ride the Rockies' bike tour," Fred said as he scribbled notes.
After a series of phone calls to Denver and some monstrous lies, Dean managed to finagle a slot on the bike tour, not an easy accomplishment given the short time before the popular event.
He can't drive the truck and ride his bike at the same time.