Monday, August 10, 2015

Day 8: Pepper Pike to Cleveland Heights OH (10 mi)

It seems silly to log a distance that is almost negligible in the grand scheme of the trip, but hey - a ride is a ride.
After eating lunch with my great-great aunt Betty (she's 92 and still cracks roughly ten jokes every minute), I decided to spend the afternoon exploring downtown Cleveland. 
It was $5 for an all-day RTA pass, and I intended to use it fully: I saw Progressive Field (Indians), FirstEnergy Stadium (Browns), a massive science center, and  about half of the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame. The last was cut short due to my being escorted out; there was an hour till close when I arrived and absolutely no way was I paying 4 days worth of food for 60 minutes in a glass pyramid. 

Tomorrow I either stay in Cleveland or bike a short distance west to Vermilion. It depends on whether my last host, an English teacher from 11th grade, contacts me with his address. That's you, Mr. Miller.

It didn't take long to notice the intense divide in racial demographic here in Cleveland. The city remains one of the top five most-segregated in the U.S. What's more, one of the bus drivers told me that while the city itself is majority-black, the metro area is more than 75% white. No cash for the inner-city schools either, a real tragedy. Everyone's friendly though, even the drunk guy on the train home! 
He has to get some better pickup lines for women, something with more substance than "Ayy girl, you got a man? Wussss.... Wuss your name? A nickname? Come on... I'm Ricky!"

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