It started great. A nice cool morning with little traffic as I started at 5:30, Hoping to make it through Worcester before rush hour - which I sort of did. (This has almost completely faded from memory, but the highlight of Worcester was stopping at an intersection and falling over because I couldn't get my foot out of the pedal. Someone asked if I was okay - yes, just embarrassed).
No the tough part started a little later in the day. I was conking out trying to climb hills (there are some decent climbs in Massachusetts after all). I tried drinking a whole bunch of water - only helped a little. Then Gatorade. A bit more. But mostly my body was saying "hey stupid, sit down at a computer and pretend you are doing something important."
Oh, well. Hopefully tomorrow my body won't think I have anything useful to do on a computer - if there are no more posts that is what happened.
So I didn't take a single picture all day. There were two signs (at least) that I should have. One said "Infant Massage." My god is that a thing? Apparently yes. Who knew? The other said "Canadian Tree Expert" and I was puzzling over whether the person was an expert in Canadian Trees, or a tree expert who was Canadian. Perhaps they were hoping to give advice to clients who wanted it delivered politely eh.
At the end of the day I did manage to find a place to drop my head. Pittsfield is curiously full - must have some attractions beyond what I witnessed on my ride in. The place isn't so great:
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| If you want your bike back give me a call!!! |
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| Gardening is more important that carpeting after all |
And more importantly, I don't care, I just want to be not on my bike anymore today. Tomorrow will be easier, I am sure.
June 28, 2019, Pittsfield MA
PS If you noticed my bike has a halo there is an explanation - but for another time.
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