Day 2 was rather nondescript but I feel bad ignoring it altogether. The ride itself was very scenic, including some gorgeous climbs in a state park. Early on Meagan and I switched bikes, much to her dismay, disapproval and chagrin. The bike she was riding is a poorly assembled mountain bike. It was difficult to change gears, especially with limited riding experience. Meagan was a trooper through Day 1 buy I refused to let her go another day on her current bike. While it isn't impossible to shift gears it is difficult. However, 'm still climbing hills, Mea's kicking some ass now, and the general pace is pretty good... It has worked out for the best. (minus the mechanical difficulty I experienced day 3... Which didn't turn out all that bad.)
The only other incident of note is as follows:
Meagan and I were left to blog to our hearts' content at Marist because the boys were "getting antsy." After we finished we tackled the last big hill leading into Hyde Park and at the top Meagan made a not so friendly gesture towards a silhouette of a Mister Franklin Delano Roosevelt (she claims she didn't know it was him... Pshaw right!) Anyways... We rode on towards our hotel and who did pass on the street but Timy coming out of a bar. He didn't just finish drinking though, he was actually lost. It was at this point that we told Timy to stay where he was because Meaga and I were going to crossover to his side and now we WERE going to drink. The three of us did a celebratory Car Bomb (John was already at the hotel and had been looking for Timy so he did not have the energy to join us).
We eventually made it to the hotel, had a greasy dinner, a lousy night sleep and that was the end of that...
So it goes...
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