EXTRA: So Who's Betty anyway?

Trip Start Jul 17, 2013
Trip End Aug 14, 2013

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Thursday, August 1, 2013

Many of you may have been wondering who is Betty? Well Betty is not my lovely mother-in-law, Betty Jirele. The Betty I'm referring to on this wandering cycling odyssey is my bike Betty. I didn't name her that it's her model She's a Betty Foy from Rivendell Cycleworks in Walnut Creek, CA. A Betty Foy is a "Mixte" style bike. That means that the top tube drops down and bisects the rear triangle of the bike creating an incredibly strong but still lightweight frame. The mixte style of bike was quite popular in the 1950's and 1960's until it got labelled a "Girl's Bike" by the U.S. public thus the unique step through design was relegated to Europe. How did the bike get the name Betty Foy well apparently Betty is the mother of the village idiot in a WordsWorth poem titled, "The Idiot Boy".
My Betty has been the star of this traveling show I call The Great Western Epic Cycling Tour (kinda a mouthful, maybe I should work on the name?). Everywhere I go people are asking me if they can take her picture?, what is she like to ride?, where did you get a bike like that?, and did you really ride that bike all of the way from Sacramento? Most times the picture takers want me to stand out of the way so they can get unobstructed shots of Betty's old style lugged frame and fine detailing of hearts and apples on the paint job. I try not to get jealous, but I am the "engine" of that beautiful machine after all! I suppose at least it is a starting point to meet other people and I have met many people from all over the world. Thanks Betty.
I could go on and on about Betty but I think you already got the point she's a great ride and that's what really matters. Below is the poem that inspired the name, enjoy.


'TIS eight o'clock,--a clear March night,
The moon is up,--the sky is blue,
The owlet, in the moonlight air,
Shouts from nobody knows where;
He lengthens out his lonely shout,
Halloo! halloo! a long halloo!


And thus, to Betty's question, he
Made answer, like a traveller bold,
(His very words I give to you,)
"The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, 450
And the sun did shine so cold!"
--Thus answered Johnny in his glory,
And that was all his travel's story,
Wordsworth 1798.
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Yi on

Whoa! This is a super long entry!
Ride time: 0
Blog time: 5 hrs
Reflection Time: Priceless :)

Ken & Mary Gullion on

Chris, We love your 'Blogging' --Is the fresh air and sun shine starting to get to you. Just never know, Best wishes AOL

Tom Lynch on

Hey cousin, I love this trip blog. Now that you have the right hand turn and are heading east I say you travel all the way to Minnesota for the Markus reunion on August 24th. Keep up the good work. Safe travels. Tom lynch.

Andrew Byer on

Been lovin the Blog. Wish I was there with you.....someday!

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