Woke up this morning feeling really tired. If we had been in a bigger place we may have rested. It was very hard to leave that cozy room. It was overcast and a wind that appeared to favor us so off we went.
Fewer, less steep and shorter hills, but nevertheless our legs were sure telling us that they didn’t have much oomph left. I was feeling a little like the Tin Soldier that needed to have some oil injected in the knee joints. However, it remained cool and the wind was friendly which made us glad to be out there. Marv was visibly weaker on the hills which for me was a sign that no matter what, we needed a day off. When we heard the forecast of probable thunder storms and more, that cinched our decision.
There have been some weird storms in this area that have left the residents in awe — they describe the black clouds which then turn green, terrible wind, downpours which leave devastation where they hit. I don’t quite know what we’d do if we were on the road. Apparently there isn’t much warning.
I feel again! I was climbing up a hill, changed gears and they jammed, I couldn’t get my feet unlocked from the pedals, and — into the gravel. As I lay there I looked and saw the back gear slip into place. I realize now that I was too quick trying to change the back gear too soon after the front gear. Another lesson. I didn’t do any major damage to my body except my right hip will probably hurt a bit to sleep on it.
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