Definition: The Rig is our only-somewhat-affectionate name for the combination of instruments and camping gear that we daily load onto Meadow's back.
The morning after free Mexican food, The Rig tried to destroy Hannah; her back, her elbows, her morale, you name it. The gear was shifting all over the place, causing both girl and pony significant discomfort. So after a rousing yelling match we limped the whole production a few more miles down Hwy 25. But not all was lost... Just before dinner a good conversation brought to light the important things for all parties involved (namely, comfort in travel without leaving behind our awesome, admittedly bulky instruments). The solution: man's greatest invention - the wheel! And not one, but two wheels (epic music cue)... For surely the only way to propel Five Cent Fiddle's five-hundred pound fiddle across this great vast country from seas to shining Colorado would be... yes, folks ... a bicycle.
And God provided. Less than a mile down the road, a stranger offered Harvey a bike for free. Lesson to be learned... Keep one's cool when times are challenging because "this too shall pass."
The first bike didn't actually work that well, so it was given to someone else but just a day later, the owner of Hendersonville Pawn offered Harvey another free bike. This one seemed to fit, and after a few repairs (thanks Sycamore Cycles) we were able to put the instruments on the bike and cruise down the road.
Now we are much faster and everyone is enjoying themselves a lot more. Onward to Hendersonville.
- FCF
Olive now carries lighter things than water bottles in her backpack; she's doing a lot of running now with the bike
Meadow's feet, of course, are slow to adjust to concrete and she may need boots soon
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