I had a very interesting, albeit disturbing start to my long ride to Gainesville today. Sometime after midnight I was awoken by a knock on the door of my crack-motel. I decided not to get out of bed, and just to let the meandering drunk go away on his own. I heard him knock on the surrounding doors, and then he/she was gone. It took me a little while to get back to sleep while I was wondering if it was going to come back and meet my canister of bear mace. After an iffy night of rest, I woke up around 5am to get an early start on the 80 mile day in an effort to try and avoid some of this Florida heat. As I was wheeling my bike out the door, a woman drunker than all hell stumbled up cussing at an invisible person. When she saw me, her mood temporarily changed as she put on a more pleasant face and asked if she could come into my "crib". Apparently, to degenerates, no doesn't mean no because she decided to try and enter my room anyway. I grabbed her by the shirt and stopped her as she was at the doorway. I told her she better leave before I have her arrested. She then stumbled off into the night, this time cussing at me instead of the invisible friend. Groggy and tired, I set off into the night and rode the first 10 miles in darkness. It was kind of relaxing in a way, but at the same time I could hardly see the road hazards that I was running over. When the sun came up, I rode through another 10 or so miles of fog before the sun was able to burn it away. Oh yea, I found a Chipotle here in Gainesville. What better way to get those calories back?
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