Dinner And The Rest Day

The first thing you realize when you are in a place that considers Mexican fast food fine dinning is that you are in culinary hell. Then there is the transportation problem because we don't ride after dark. So we call a cab and get ready to wait 20 to 40 minutes for transport. We pick an Italian restaurant based on name and actually don't do too bad. Now the fun starts as we are ready to return to the motel. A call to the same cab company gets us "the driver will be there shortly". Thirty-five minutes later I call the cab company and get "no I can't tell how long it will be but he is on his way". An hour has passed and I'm the phone again "he is on the way". Fifteen minutes pass, an empty cab from that company goes by and disappears. A short time later a Yellow cab stops at the light and I get there in a flash. I get the drivers attention and explain the situation. He is most happy to take us. As we get under way the driver says we should call the other company. I do and tell them that another company has picked us up. The dispatcher offers nothing other than an OK and hangs up. This driver is real nice and takes us to Walmart for a brief late night quest for Visine, Saline spray and for Andrew electrolyte solution. We are beat up and dried out. The rest day is just what we need. When I had talked to Amy a few days before she told me that she had repacked my care package into a different box. Now by her saying this I know that there is going to be a surprise in the box. The thing is if I was to ask what is in the box I would get an obscure clue would just leave me baffled. So you can imagine my disappointment when I check in and it has not arrived. Monday morning I call Amy at work and she has things well in hand, has the package tracked down and makes sure that it is going to be delivered today. So I have the mundane things to take care of, laundry and bike cleaning and lube. There are two locals that have done tours with America by Bicycle, they shuttle some of us to bike shops. I go for the ride and to spectate. From there I taxi over to the local school for massage to get my poor body worked on. The student who gives me the massage is close to graduation and is very good. I feel pretty good after and walk back to the motel stopping to eat lunch on the way. Now comes the care package. The box is 4 times the size of the one I packed. Along with my Gu, Cliff Bars and Endurox, is the surprise. Wrapped in cardboard and bubble wrap there it is. So I go about setting up a party, as many of our people I can find to come to Bill and my room for a Chocolate Chip Cookie Pie Party. What a hit. Amy, Thank you so much. There was a card addressed to His Majesty the King of Pain, now I don't know what that means but the card sure was funny. I am still laughing about it. Looking forward to tomorrow, 8000' an ant hill.