Yorktown, VA

So we finally made it to Yorktown after a very late night arrival in Williamsburg.  This morning we returned the very comfortable and ample Grand Caravan with a little hesitation.  Let me just say now that any vehicle that can swallow Sam's size 58cm bicycle, 700c wheels and all in one bite has made it onto the extremely short list of candidates to replace Ruby-Sue when she 'dies'.

We pedaled straight across the street to Starbucks (inside the Farm Fresh grocery) for a LARGE coffee, no cream.  It was tasty but not nearly as exciting as the people we saw.  I do not want to disparage my fellow southerners so I will limit myself to a simple tally:

3 wheel chair bound oldsters with spouse at hand

2 obvious food thieves (they were staging a fight while one made frequent trips to the car and the other left 'with her hand in her shirt' according to Sam's eye witness account...hhmm)

1 extremely short-of-stature store manager
1 poor soul who dominated the men's room to 'whisper cuss' his frustrations away and
1 poor soul who is half man/half giraffe with a balcony view of Sam changing into his riding kit

1 homeless lady who took one look at my bike and said, "bless your heart, honey".  

When you get your heart blessed by a homeless person missing both front teeth, you know you are on the fringe.