A bench in Spencer, Mass.

That could be the answer given on Jeopardy and the correct response would either be:
a) Where is some place you do not want to get stranded?
b) Where are you most likely to not be able to get a cab? or
c) Where am I currently blogging from?

All three would actually be a proper response. Kind of like that Cheers episode and Cliff is given three historical figures and he writes "who are three people who have never been in my kitchen?"

Anyway, today was an interesting, frustrating and generally bizarre day. It was a very hilly day from start to finish and that is what led to many of our problems. Some of our problems included a stuck bike chain, falling of our bike, and a knee problem of unknown severity. But I'm not going to focus on the bad stuff, I'm going to talk about the good.

First, we ate at the Roadhouse Cafe. For those of you who are unaware, this place was nominated the best blueberry pancakes in the northeast! That's insane, right? Guess how many blueberry pancakes we ate as a group... I'll wait... Zero. Not one of us ordered one of these famous pancakes. Breakfast was delicious anyway, but still...

Next I want to give much love to Timy for making tremendous strides since day one. He really struggled out of the gate but the last couple of days he has been cruising up hills like a pro. So not only does he bring an endless supply of movie an T.V. quotes to rival John, but he's been a huge asset to the trip.

My next story is a brief one. Meagan and I, separated from the pack once again, found ourself at the "Tombstone Trading Co." a gun shop if you could believe it. I entered this seemingly reputable establishment to inquire about the phone number for a local taxi service (a long story which I'll leave up to Meagan to tell). The gentlemen were not very cordial in the least and one went so far as to advise me to "quit wasting my time and maybe try the bus." As I was about the exit the edifice, one of the old men's hearts must have grown 3 sizes a la The Grinch. He offered Meagan and I a ride "to Spencer, but I can't getcha no further." What a sport! Shortly thereafter another man offered us a ride in his pickup truck, but Meagan bravely insisted we decline and we got back on the road.

We eventually made it to Spencer, reconnected with Timy and John, had a delicious lunch at Subway where we explained the ride to the amazament of the employees (who insisted that as much as they like Lance Armstrong they could never do what we're doing.)

Now, knowing that sunlight is short and Worcester is not a place you want to be caught in the dark, we're waiting in Spencer on a bench listening to some teenage babysitter explain how much her little charge "loves grass" as she admires John's socks. We will not ride all the way to our intended destination, but the day has not been a failure... I'll let the others explain once we get to Donnie's parents' house. As for me, I'm done... I just blogged from my iPhone.

So it goes...