The anti-allergy medication I have been on for the past couple of days is absolutely killing me. I have not been able to fall asleep before 5.30 am AGAIN today, so we’re about to see how far one can cycle on 2.5 hours of sleep.
On the positive, the weather has gotten a little bit less stuffy, so it should be easier to ride. Unless the hills take over the torture and continue to torment me on a completely different level. And, unsurprisingly, they do. There are moments when I expect my bike to flip backwards for the slants are this steep.
During my lunch break, I pop into another female cyclist. She’s not touring but doing her regular daily run on a race bike. We start talking and she suggests a safer, less-hilly alternative to my current route. She also offers to put me up for the night. And feed me dinner. Needless to say, she has actually won me over the moment she mentioned the fewer hills and needn’t go further. Up until now, I have been quite religiously following the Trans American trail, as designed by the Adventure Cycling Association. Today though, to be honest, I am totally up for a personalised “Springfield spur.” And so, off we go.
The route is lovely, scenic, almost flat and it’s really refreshing to be able to cycle with another female cyclist. And talk. And have no cars toot us off the road.
We get to Terry’s and I get to meet Bill: her husband and a recumbent cycling enthusiast. Turns out, he’s got many hidden talents and one of them is playing the guitar and singing. Once we get started on music, we keep on singing and dancing until late into the night. I am having the time of my life. On 2.5 hours of sleep.
I think I should actually drop everything and become a professional musician.