Another great day of cycling. I was on the struggle bus today; everything is starting to hurt, whether that’s because I’m 46 now or just out of shape; feet are swelling, lungs are tired. Back feels good though. We rode through the wealth areas of Palm Beach, but it rained almost all day, at times quite hard, so we really didn’t see much, and what we did see was hard to take a picture of. We actually rode right past Mar-A-Lago; you could tell because there were several camerapersons stationed on the bike path with their cameras pointing at it, to get B-roll, or in case the place exploded or something. You also could tell because there were several Secret Service stands set up to oversee the property; interestingly, they are quite clearly labeled with no attempt to hide them. I would have taken pictures but, again, it was raining pretty hard, which I’m going to choose to see as a good omen.
I got super hungry near the end of the ride; there was nowhere to eat, only luxury mansions. I would have gladly consumed a manicured lawn if I could. Eventually I found a Publix and had a sub (if you know, you know).
Another great day; wish I could’ve gotten more pictures, but it made the riding easier, and now I get to sit here and listen to the rain hitting the roof of this beautiful church.
