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We're in the home stretch!

on July 13, 2011 - 9:24am

We're in Metro Detroit now, having rolled through Canton, Plymouth, and into Livonia yesterday. We were joined by our friend and supporter, Phillis Engelbert, it was great to have her positive presence in our camp again.

We spent some time with MI Radio's Jennifer Guerra before and during the ride. She caught up with us in a park in Plymouth where we presented ourselves to a dozen or so 16 year olds. This can be a tough audience, lots of bravado and wry wit on display... We broke through with a blazin' boogie woogie, played just inches from them.

Nearing the end of the tour

on July 12, 2011 - 9:30am

Yesterday we rode from Ann Arbor to Canton, where the piano/bike spent the night prior to today's ride to Livonia for our 8 PM gig at the Trinity House Theater. We were pulled over by the Sheriff and given a stern lecture regarding cycling and sharing the road. Luckily, we're very pleased to share the roads with any vehicles other than piano/bikes, or even other piano/bikes, so we saw no problem and proceeded at a maniacal pace in front of a looming storm. We found shelter (barely) in a barn on Plymouth Rd., before making the last 3 miles in gentle rain.

Home Turf

on July 11, 2011 - 9:07am

Yesterday was a glorious day for the JBE. Every premise of our project was tested, and the results were fantastic. We started in Chelsea , the winter home of the JBE, where Aberdeen Bike and Outdoors shelters and maintains the piano/bike. Our everlasting gratitude to Mike Casey and his staff, we depend on them mightily, and they always take care of us.

We played a concert on the lawn of the Chelsea Library, a hundred people or more gathered in the shade to hear us play, it felt like a time gone by, with folks getting close to hear us play without amplification.

All roads don't lead to heaven

on July 10, 2011 - 4:32am

Yesterday we rolled through Hell... really. The small town was on our route, was it only coincidence that a new method of "cost saving" paving forced us to roll over a tarry goo, sucking us into the road and down into...Whoa - I gotta' watch myself, that's the delirium/ebullience/rage talking. That's all part of life as a piano/biker when you travel in the heat on roads with no shoulder, where for a time the locals seemed to tip the scale of appreciation of us in the other direction.