Not too too long ago, I pedaled out of Burlingame, CA unsure whether I'd ever get to NY.
Otis's rubber actually hit the NY road at 8:15 a.m. today. !
We rode along Erie Lake for pretty much the whole way. Up until the first sag, we rode past many wineries on the right, and glimpses of an ocean-looking Erie Lake on the left.
We navigated around another closed road.
Then we were on a boring secondary highway for about 30 miles.
The weather was perfect and it's always great to average >18 mph on an 82-mile ride.
Hamburg is totally nondescript. No one seems to know why it's named Hamburg.
We rode through Barcelona, NY to get here. That town's name has the same problem.
Our nowhere Comfort Inn abuts I90, effectively the same I90 I've put 300,000 miles on commuting from Cambridge, MA to Hopkinton, MA.
The hotel's rooms are quite respectable -- certainly nicer than the Avalon.
We had Olive Garden for dinner. It's the second time I've eaten at an Olive Garden in ten years.
Tomorrow we ride 94 miles to Canandaigua, NY, a town that has this historical distinction, "In 1873, women's rights activist Susan B. Anthony was tried in the Ontario County Courthouse (located in the City of Canandaigua) for voting. She was found guilty and fined $100, which she did not pay."
Today's grumbles were the main entertainment we had. One rider told another to never lecture him again about safety. Another newer rider wasn't following pace line etiquette. That sort of thing... Complaints that were supposed to happen at the three-week mark.
Tonight at dinner Barbara said that it's better when it's around 50 riders participating. She said that social interactions are more dynamic. Cliques are formed, but they're constantly changing.
Anyway, that's all I have to report... sleepy...
Parting shot: Erie, PA has a thing for frogs.