The start, as usual, was delayed. I decided to go to the gym, still had to pack, clean up the house, etc. So I got a late start. The weather was overcast but warm enough for a T shirt. I rode a solid two hours until past Hartford CT for my first break. My refueling stop was in beautiful Westport. Then the rain started for an hour and a half. I had to stop under as bridge to put on my rain jacket. But my average was obviously shot. When I pulled into Manhattan, the rain stopped in a sly wink from the higher ups.
After changing my soaking clothes and hanging out w Mark and his business partner The Turtle. Mark and I went to the Belgian restaurant around the corner for mussels and Belgian beer. The epilogue for the day was a fun nightcap at Ouest, discussing Garcia Lorca, Buñuel and Dalí with Seth, the best barman in the Upper West Side.
Watch out for the rain…how long did this nightly discussion go? Hmmmmm
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