Today was yet another great day to be riding south in Florida. The wind was blowing hard but was in my favor and once again there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I knocked out the 60 miles to Melbourne at a leisurely 12.5mph pace.
I fell asleep just after UF crushed Memphis 77-75 and woke up feeling pretty refreshed despite the fact I forgot to turn the heat on in my hotel room. I ate all the things at the Best Western Plus’ continental breakfast and headed south. The first 30 miles was pretty boring as I was just following US1 on the shoulder. There were some cows and palmettos which was probably the highlight of this segment.
I tried to go to the KFC in Titusville but it wasn’t open yet which was a bummer. About half a mile later I heard a glass bottle shatter and then a woman emerged from behind some trees to the road and casually said “Excuse me sir? Can you call the police on him??”. Uh what? Why don’t you call them? Or walk to the police station? I watched The Wire so I know the correct answer is to not give a fuck when it’s not your turn to give a fuck… So I kept going without getting in the middle of their domestic dispute. Nice place this Titusville though.
Anyway, I eventually made it south of there and ate a Pub Sub and then made my way onto Indian River Road which was very scenic. I stopped a couple of times and just hung out on the benches that lined the river. This was the good part of today’s ride.
Even saw a bunch of birds hanging out on the water like sitting ducks! (Dada Ching!)
I’m currently sitting at my hotel since there are no decent coffee shops that are walkable and I don’t feel like biking or cabbing anywhere. I’m going to walk to an Asian restaurant for dinner and grab some food for breakfast around 5:00pm or so. They don’t have a continental breakfast here so I have to cook something myself or find a walkable breakfast spot. I am going to bike for an hour before eating tomorrow and then go to The Beachside Cafe in Indiatlantic. Looks like a good spot.
Only two days left and then I will be home. Tomorrow is going to be a potentially difficult 70 miler if the wind does not cooperate. It will be along the beach on a path for almost the whole ride though so I am not too worried.
“Only two days left and then I will be home.” Is that regret I read? Already missing the challenge of the open road? The adventure of staying out of somebody else’s domestic dispute?
Amigo, you are headed for Ft. Pierce. It highest one of the highest murder rates in the US. This is mainly because it has one of the highest rates of drug addiction. I predict, you will be glad to make it home in two days.
Keep alert. Stay away from trouble.
You misread sir — My mind, legs, and wallet are ready to be home for Christmas.
And I’ll be on the look out… Will be pretty much just checking in to my motel and calling it a night early and leaving early as well. Should be rolling home sometime around noon on Friday.
Hope those cigars are hidden somewhere mom can’t find them!