Trapped in Trexlertown - the woes of American public transport

At some point during this Blog I will get down to the nittty gritty of my cycling tales, however, for the time being I really don't want to bore you with the in's and out's of my training. Suffice to say it hurts.

So, in the mean time, I shall give you all the low down on the place that I'm staying: Trexlertown, PA.

Situated in the Pennsylvanian country side, Trexlertown consists of a velodrome (good) and a bike shop (again good) but unfortunately for the tourist in me bugger else all (bad) ! No problem I hear you say - do your training and get on a bus, take a taxi or catch a train to the plethora of places that my 'Philadelphia and the surrounding country side' guide book praises as the must do/see. Ah, well here in lies my problem. America or perhaps, to avoid the massive generalisation, Trexlertown, has absolutely no public transport. Zip, nahda, nowt.

So here I am 4000 miles across the Atlantic trapped in T-Town.

I do, however, have my escape plan...