7. Rain Day
I
like breakfasts, but the hotel did not offer any. So we had to walk across the
street to the Blueberry Muffin House. After my huge Blueberry Pancake and a
coffee everybody, well almost everybody, rode as a group around the
neighborhood.
Carol and I and some others had our doubts about the weather
forecast. While it is sunny outside it ‘felt’ like rain to me. I think it is
time to smell the flowers again, we just goofed off for a while, but near to
mid-day the heavens opened up and we had a deluge of rain.
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| You Can Almost See the Rain On The Bike Cover and the Truck's Tires or the Grass |
The waters poured
down as if buckets were emptied. In no time the road in front of the hotel was
under water. Cars trying to make it through the streets pushed huge waves in
front, giving way to spray that even a good windshield wiper could not handle.
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| Rain Pouring Off the Roof |
Ah,
am I glad I am not on a motorcycle in this downpour. We did the right thing; we
took a break.
During
a lull in the weather we dashed across the road to a lunch spot, Carol loved
her lobster roll there, for me it was an Italian Hero.
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| Would Hate to Be on a Bike and Passed By These Guys |
The
afternoon passed by quickly, we read, took some notes, took a nap.
Yes,
life is good…
Dinner
was at a nearby brewery, homemade beer at the Sea Dog Restaurant washed
everything down quite well, thank you.
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| Cars Are Swamped By the Puddles |
It’s
OK to have a drink, we walked, and nobody rode a bike to the brewery.
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| Mussels and Garlic Bread |
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| Quinoa, Avocado Salad |
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| Reuben On Rye |
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| The Gang's All Here |
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| Guess Who Rides a Gold Wing - Thanks Jennifer |
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| Relaxing |
