and while I was doing it a greasy, stringy Mexican lad, who for whatever obscure reason thought I would find him attractive, sidled up and propositioned me. I told him to go away (a shade or ten less politely than that, actually), and I slept with a chair wedged under the doorknob of my room, got up through the night to check the Bomb was actually still there, and got the hell out of that place as soon as I could first thing this morning. Huge thanks to my Daddy for tearing me from sleep with a 6am phone call. It was exactly what I needed to get me moving, once I'd woken up fully. I hit the highway soon after, chortling hugely to myself while riding away, thinking about that sad shrine to Saddam, and about how much better my life was at that moment, riding in the warm sun, free and happy, than that of the comically miserable Andrea.
I headed south on the I81 again and had an easy three-hour ride as far as Frederick ,Maryland, where I parked up at McDonalds and drank a small vat of coffee while waiting to hook up with Sue and her friend Terri - aka Mutt & Jeff. Sue didn't take very much strong-arming at all, into ringing in sick for the following morning so they didn't have to head home to Baltimore. I was happy about that, because it felt like I'd pulled off a real mission to get to meet up with her at all, and it had to be worth more than a couple of hours. After a couple of logistical, tactical phone calls, Sue relaxed into the whole truancy thing, and she and Terri waved a bottle of home-made Kahlua at me. At around the same time, a huge crack of thunder ripped through the air, promising yet another electrical storm (its a good thing I like them! especially since I've ridden through several!), so we high-tailed it to a respectable motel and piled in, just as the deluge began, and we are holing up against the weather, playing on the laptop, drinking wine and khalua, swapping silly stories of our mis-spent youth, and various stupid men we've wasted our time on, and scoffing fat pizzas. Terri gets most of the wine, purely for medicinal purposes, as she's hurt her back. Sue and I are drinking the rest in full, dedicated support of Terri's injury. Honestly, that girl just HAS to stop swinging from the chandeliers...
I headed south on the I81 again and had an easy three-hour ride as far as Frederick ,Maryland, where I parked up at McDonalds and drank a small vat of coffee while waiting to hook up with Sue and her friend Terri - aka Mutt & Jeff. Sue didn't take very much strong-arming at all, into ringing in sick for the following morning so they didn't have to head home to Baltimore. I was happy about that, because it felt like I'd pulled off a real mission to get to meet up with her at all, and it had to be worth more than a couple of hours. After a couple of logistical, tactical phone calls, Sue relaxed into the whole truancy thing, and she and Terri waved a bottle of home-made Kahlua at me. At around the same time, a huge crack of thunder ripped through the air, promising yet another electrical storm (its a good thing I like them! especially since I've ridden through several!), so we high-tailed it to a respectable motel and piled in, just as the deluge began, and we are holing up against the weather, playing on the laptop, drinking wine and khalua, swapping silly stories of our mis-spent youth, and various stupid men we've wasted our time on, and scoffing fat pizzas. Terri gets most of the wine, purely for medicinal purposes, as she's hurt her back. Sue and I are drinking the rest in full, dedicated support of Terri's injury. Honestly, that girl just HAS to stop swinging from the chandeliers...
Anyway, the combo of ice and wine seems to be working a treat for all of us, hehehe.
The beautiful Bomb is parked under shelter right outside the window next to my bed...
In the last two days she has brought me 700kms. What a star.