As I sit in this hotel room helpfully provided by my friend Rob, listening to motorcylces rev their engines outside and two people have a loud conversation while I sit on this hard mattress, I think two thoughts: Why am I doing this? And, I wouldn’t have it any other way! I realize those are mutually contradictory thoughts but such is the nature of being human.
Today started out relatively boring, we knew we were going to be in for another 65 miles of flat riding. Breakfast was tasty: fried fish and cheese grits (I don’t think I’m in California anymore) served by a woman whose tan had a tan. But then, it started raining. And it kept raining for over 40 miles. It still wound up being a great day though; dinner was a nice little full course spread of soup, salad, dinner rolls and some fried fish, and we rode through a lot of small towns with Trump flags.
It is, apparently, bike week in Daytona Beach - the big one, the big bike week. So they are out in force. We are staying just on the south side of Daytona, so we rode right through it today. We felt so welcome - everyone had “Bikers Welcome” sings (haha).
It’s been fun to ride with Rob and get to know each other a little better. I am headed next week up to Summit, NJ to meet my sister and it turns out he lives only half an hour from there so I may swing by and say hi! We talked a lot about life. It helped to talk with another guy.
Anyway, that’s all from the road, coming to you live from the crappiest hotel in New Smyrna Beach, FL!
