I had barely limped into the town of Shirley. I was dehydrated and in great pain. I saw a woman mowing the lawn of a storage complex. I stopped right there and then and asked her for some water. Maddy was her name, and she came back with Jim and a bottle of ice cold spring water. Jim and Maddy gave me the spring water for free and warned me of possible heat stroke, they were really decent :). My scraped hand was festering under the heat. And after gulping down the cold water , I quickly applied alcohol patches and a band aid to the wound. Jim was telling me that he biked to work every day. He mentioned that people around here looked at cyclists as either crazy or as homeless people. I thanked them for the water and advice and was on my way once again.
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