Flashback...Worcester, I don't even know 'er!

The penultimate day as described by Liz prior to our embarkation from Aunt Deb's. In track, the penultimate step is the second to last step, one of the most important steps, especially in jumping events. Therefore, I thought this day would be one of the most important in our journey...Well, here's how our penultimate day went:

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That about sums it up.

Really bodes well for the end of the trip right?

Keeping things in perspective, it really couldn't have gone any better; and realistcally it could have gone much worse. The day before was slightly moist, extremely flat and ended at the home of a relative of one of the riders...it was a perfect day. So, it's without wonder that we had to struggle through this last day. Once again, these struggles reminded us of how much better things could be.

A few things I did think of while riding/or waiting while fixing a tire:

1) Every time I see a banana peel, I think of Woody Woodpecker. I envisioned my bike hitting one of these peels, going end over and and me landng in an awkward position with little woodpeckers dancing around my head while laughing only as Woody could. (All in cartoon fashion of course, otherwise it'd be too morbid to imagine).

2) Alex Bea is a bike afficionado. Without him we'd've been lost. Maybe for real, but at least struggling to get along.

3) The Quabbin Reservoir provided us with means for a fun word association game. It started with Batman and Quabbin and ended with Swiss Family Quabbinson (maybe). I'll miss these word association games now that John is living in MA.

4) Worcester is not an asthetically pleasing city. I'm glad to be through and done with it.

5) It's amazing how one person, namely a gas station attendant with the ability to deny or grant permission to empty ones bladder, can influence a person's outlook on mankind. One in particular, who was unwilling to search for a key for a bathroom initially, eventually came to his senses and did the right thing and for that Liz, Alex and I are VERY appreciate. Once again, "relying on the kindness of strangers" as Alex and Blanche Dubois like to say.

6) Can't wait for tomorrow...

It's almost as if I'm psychic, because I know what happens after we left Worcester, because I'm there right now. I'll be back. Word.

So it goes...