Wednesday, May 23, 2012
The day began with a sore throat, headache and fever, then continued with traffic problems. A poison oak rash in my finger webs. Rain. The disturbing thought, fear even, of the distance and the day ahead. Doubts of survival.
An innocent question: "why would you choose to ride today?" led to a great deal of introspection. I chose to ride because I want my R12 (dammit!). But, no, I didn't choose to ride, I just ride. It's what I do. More than that, it's who I am. Especially on a hard day.
I don't remember how we got from Estacada to Oregon City. That part of the day is simply gone. I came to at a tavern with bras hanging from the ceiling and a beer in my hand, so things were going well. From there, the northward trek remained. I recall seeing lots of bunnies. Bunnies. Back to Broadway for one last signature on the brevet card and we were done.
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