August 10, Tillamook, OR
After getting through a long day of flat tires and breakdowns on the way to Corvallis on Monday, we figured our luck would change. But it turns out we had a few more problems to sort out. With a new gear case and chain drive, we started out strong, but the motor drive chain soon began to skip again. My dad had a “Homer Simpson” moment – DOH! He’d put a new chain on an old gear, and it was the worn gear that was skipping, not the chain. We kept going north out of Corvallis, using more muscle power than motor to climb some small hills. Meanwhile, I got on the cell phone to talked my Uncle Brian into picking up a new gear from the EcoSpeed factory in Portland and driving it to us in Salem. Brian and his family just moved back to Portland after living in Europe for many years, and we were lucky that he was close by, and could help. Also, it was good to seem him, Aunt Virginie and my cousin Dillon. They all drove down to have dinner with us. We hope to see them again this weekend in Astoria. This morning, we had blue skies and temperatures in the high 70s. It was a perfect day to head for the coast. Our route took us west through an Indian reservation, were se stopped at the Casino for lunch, but not gambling. After a couple of hills and some blind curves with logging trucks but no shoulder, we made it to the relative safely of Highway 101, and then on to Tillamook. When we checked into our hotel, the clerk told us it was the first day of the Tillamook Fair, which is supposed to be one of the best in the country. Around seven in the evening, we rode two miles out to the fair grounds. This really is farm country, because the fair wasn’t so much about the rides as the animals. I took a lot of photos of cows and tractors and other agricultural things, then spend some money at the carnival booths. More than once, I thought I’d won something, but the carnies always said I didn’t. I did end up with a couple of small stuffed animals and a blow-up shark, which is probably OK, because the giant stuffed bull I wanted wouldn’t have fit on the vehicle. Tomorrow, we will start for Astoria, and with any luck, will be there before dark.