After thanking Allison and Karl profusely for housing me, I hit the road, headed for Windsor Locks, CT. The other boys were leaving a hotel in Norfolk and we planned on meeting up somewhere along the line. It was a pretty beautiful day for biking. The overcast weather still hung about in the sky but it cooled off all of the energy spent from biking. No matter what though, the sweat trickled.
Shortly after leaving the Jassen's house as they prepared for their mountain bike trip, I remembered a friend from Pitt that told me she lived north of Hartford. I learned she resided about fifteen minutes from the border of Gransby about an hour biking from Riverton. We arranged to meet up and have breakfast in the town. Excited to see my old friend, I rode with a level head, and a little pep in my step.
A few miles into the ride, I was ascending one of the many hills of the day when a car came up next to me. A fist extended from the window, pumping into the wind, and a giant smile spread across my face. There was the Jassen clan smiling and waving as sweat poured down my face. I can't emphasize how great this display of cheering made me feel. I kept smiling well after they had rode off into the distance.
An hour or so later, I wound up in the town of Granby, awaiting my good pal Sarah Getz from Pittsburgh. At a local pub, we embraced in a hug and immediately began talking about the post-college life. However, as conversations between college friends go, we inevitable went back to talking about the good ole days. The only dfference was we were both relatively happy to be free from the cycle of bodily damage. As ingrained within the schedule as the daily educational classes, it seemed the students were taught two ways of life. We didn't drink every day but jeez... it seems like it took a lot of alcohol to fit in. It's nice to be finished with all that. Irony being, we're at a pub...
The majority of the day was spent at the Granby Public Library awaiting my companions' arrival from Norfolk. After four or five hours, I determined that the best course of action would be to locate somewhere to sleep for the night. No campgrounds, only more hotels. I miss the nature aspect of sleeping under the stars but the hotels are always appreciated.
Tomorrow looks like rain all day and we may take the day off. One thing at a time.
The Jassen Clan again in case you missed the picture from yesterday.
Biking at the beginning of what Karl called "The Res", I had to climb this thing. As soon as I saw it, I started laughing. What else can ya do? Mike and Josh as I later came to see, also took pictures of it.
After the climb, the Berkhamsted Reservoir. An interesting little church-like building that sits halfway across the body of water. Attempting to open the doors, the heavy brass handles echoed within the chambers and the sound slipped through the crack between the doors. It sounded like an empty building.
Lunch with Sarah Getz. This lady is the best, hands down. Also, she's probably the funniest person I've met at Pittsburgh and lovely to chat with. Ironically, we met because of a local hip-hop artist that was coming to Pittsburgh. In the end, at this show, the artist ended up cancelling and I performed along with a few other bands. One of about three concerts I ever "did". Anyway, Sarah Getz, I am forever in your debt. Much love, mah lady.
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