Hey Karma, why don’t you and I step outside..

Today was garbage; or rather, I did not enjoy today at all, so I ended it early. It started out well enough; at the KOA campsite located near the town of Lincoln City, OR[still on hwy 101] where I stayed, I did a load of laundry. What’s so bad about that, you ask; aren’t your gloves nice and dry now? Why, yes, they are. However, I did a really stupid thing; I put the insoles from my shoes into the dryer. Size 45’s became 38’s which became garbage once I realised how uncomfortable they were. Oh well, don’t sweat the small stuff, I say to myself. Time to close-up camp and hit the road.

Just as I started to dismantle my tent, the clouds opened up and vomited bucket loads of rain on me, my tent and my good spirits. Oh well, it’s just rain. Ten minutes later, while plodding up a hill under the weight of a torrential downpour, the likes of which I’d not yet encountered, I drop my chain when down-shifting. “Damn Shimano” I curse. Wait a second; I am my own mechanic, which means, way to go Alex. Ideally one should consult one’s physician and tadalafil cipla take the dose recommended by your physician. Before buying an enhancement pill one must free prescription viagra be open to the philosophy that will bring him/her to their own body, do a good job in advance prevention measures. In fact, most people seem to tolerate well with the use of buy line viagra . For example, on the last day of campaigning in the hotly contested buy viagra in usa 2010 Massachusetts Governors race, incumbent Deval Patrick and his Republican challenger Charlie Baker barnstormed both urban and rural areas. No matter, the lady at the KOA said there was a great place for breakfast as I left town.

Perhaps I found the place, perhaps I didn’t. In either case, breakfast was over, I had a mediocre veggie-burger and tasteless coffee. While sitting down and creating a huge puddle on the floor beneath me, the rain stopped. Sweet, things are turning around.

“Hey Alex.”
“Yes, Karma, you dirty so’n’so?”
“As soon as you get back on the bike, I’m gonna make it pour again,” And pour it did. For the next 40kms, I sat and peddled, cursed and groaned and, reminisced about the good ole’ days when I had warm, dry hands.

Needing to fax a document, I stopped in Newport. After being directed to the public library, then the local postal outlet, I completed my task. Although the rain had now stopped, I was cold, wet, fed-up and miserable. I suppose I could have kept riding, but by now, turning those cranks was the last thing I wanted to do. So, I didn’t. I got a motel room, coffee and food for dinner. Today was over, and I couldn’t have been any happier.