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DAY 27
Greenfield, IN to Troy, OH-- 95 miles
Somebody should have issued a local jerk warning last night. Some fool backed up into our RV in the middle of the night and tweaked four of the eight wheels on our bikes. Nice way to wake up.
The good news is as follows: the guys are all troopers, Gary has insurance, we have the equipment and enough know-how and we got the work done. We were on the road about 90 minutes later than expected and if that’s all the worse for the wear we are, then good deal.
The weather (perhaps because of that storm last night) held off from getting blazing hot today. It was warm, but the cloud cover kept it from blazing and the humidity was barely noticeable. THAT makes a huge difference.
The team element of riding continues to be a challenge for me. Different riders, myself included, have different abilities. At various times, people follow or don’t follow the rules Raul has set forth for us. This can be frustrating. I do my best to breathe and just handle my side of things. Communication is still difficult on the road. Taking pictures really suffers. The freedom to do little side-jaunts really suffers. This is the price of going forward as a group. Ultimately, it serves the entire group better (I just have to keep reminding myself of this).
We’ve stopped in to do a little laundry right now and everyone’s handling their business. We may actually get to watch “Super Size Me” this afternoon if we can get everyone’s divergent butt in here. My money’s on “Free Crab Tomorrow” (that is in reference to a sign that we saw on a restaurant in Tempe, AZ -- it’s wonderfully ironic in denoting the things always talked about but never to really be delivered).
Seven days of riding remain. That’s amazing. Only seven days. Then what? Back to life, back to “reality”...I have a jacked-up financial situation waiting for me at home and I need a job -- a good paying gig. Anyone out there reading this with a cool job to offer, hit me back. I’m a great leader and at the same time follow instructions well. I take initiative, I have loads of management experience, I’m good with people and extremely creative. Talk to you soon...whoever you are.
LATER...
We’re in Troy. Turns out to be quite a chic little cultural town. They have a jazz festival going on and Chris and Gary hustle us into the parking lot where we distribute hundreds of bands (truth be told we enlist some local kids to do the work for us -- why work when there are available eager beavers?). The set up with the SAG looks great. The festival has several hundred people and we’re holding off on dinner ‘til it’s over. Grrrr...says my stomach. Don’t get me wrong -- I’m a jazz LOVER. I’m also tired and hungry. Tired and hungry vs. Jazz concert is not a contest.
We lost an hour today. Don’t know what happened to it. Don’t know who was supposed to be watching it. No idea where it went. Just know it’s gone and that’s that. It’s rumored I’ll get all the hours back that I’ve lost when I return to L.A.. I’ll believe that when I see it.
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