I'm writing this with a hangover.
I left around 10:30am yesterday, and got to Philly (Nat's house) at 2:30. The bicycle is great, the amount of gear is incredibly easy to manage, and I started having some pain in my right knee. I know: whine, whine, whine. It's not like that. Honestly, I'd prefer not to mention it, but I also want that to be the against the rules here. For example, if I get egg on my face, I want to freely admit that and then move on. The pain is like this: who fucking cares. But it's there, so boom. The deal is I did my first century (100miles) ride a few years ago without any kind of proper preparation or training or whatever. Now my knee hurts sometimes when I ride my bicycle. Moving on.
It was a pretty good ride. Nice roads, not-bad traffic. I'm pretty comfortable in traffic, and I know where to be on the road and not get pushed around or care. But that said, it still wasn't bad and I picked a good route. From here, I'll be following the East Coast Greenway's current cue sheets - and I really want to see what that's all about.
I knew I was going to end up drinking last night, and I still don't care except that I feel like it's an admission rather than a fact. I had three enormous expensive margaritas with Nielle, and that fuckin rocked.
I've got something like $1,400 in my bank account, and I estimate that I can spend something like $17 per day on food and still be fine. That's doing a lot of fudgy estimation on distances and days. I tried to work a bus ticket in there.
As of right now, I have a hangover and I think I'm going to sit around in Philadelphia reading back issues of Harper's magazine for a long time. At 7:21pm last night I was reading an article about a modern day raft journey down the Mississippi that was "punk as fuck" in design and motive. I'm going to go finish that now, and drink about a gallon of water.
I will resume adventuring as soon as I am ready. Promise.