When it rains....bikers get wet

So anyone who is reading this in the NorthEast knows that it rained today, and well...we got caught in it for a bit. BUT I DID NOT GET A FLAT TODAY!!!! It poured for about an hour, it was raining as we crossed the Connecticut Massachusets border (which was a huge step for us).

Its funny, but despite the rain the whole team seemed to be in high spirits. We had a great breakfast of pancakes and bacon, and the ride was pleasant. I think there are a few reasons as to why the rides are becoming more and more pleasant.

1) As we get closer to Boston, we move away from the mountain ranges and closer to sea level, which flattens out the roads on our trip.... you wont hear me complaining about that.

2) We are in better shape as we go along, our legs are getting a little stronger and we are able to keep up the pace a bit better with out worrying about the soreness that we suffered the 1st few days

3) and this one might be most important: we are learning how to work the shifters. We are becoming better bikers, learning how to shift, when to shift and what gears to use to help us get up the hill both faster and with less pain.

All three of these reasons lead to faster rides, and happier bikers...both make this trip more fun and lead to more energy and funny stories when we get to the places we are sleeping.... as I type John and Billy are discussing who is going to massage whose feet. Both is pretty disgusting.

One of the highlights of this trip happened after lunch today. We were in Westfield Mass and Liz was the last one out of the restaurant and said that a man with a gotee was talking trash about Yankee fans, in particular, Long Island Yankee fans. He said they were the worst kind. Billy was feeling strong and said that he was going to go in to the restaurant and give him a peice of his mind. As he said this... the man walked of the restaurant (John was holding the door for him as he walked out) and Billy realized that this man was a lot bigger then he thought and decided that it was not in his best interest to speak up while this man was so close. The conversation as the man walked out went something like this:

John (holding door): "I held the door for you even though I am from Long Island"
Man with gotee: -Nothing-..John claims he was afraid of him
Billy: "So long island yankee fans are the worst kind"
Man with gotee: "there are no words to describe yankee fans" with a toothless grimace on his face

We found our later that the man with the gotee threatened to bury us in a hole down the road. Needless to say, we got moving pretty quickly and never looked back.

We are not at the famous Aunt Deb's ready to enjoy a nice meal. We are in great spirits feeling good very excited that we have two days left. The closer we get the more exciting it gets.

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