Monday, June 09, 2008

mile 140 Westhampton

As I rode into Westhampton, my shoulders were feeling numb, as were my legs and buttocks. They felt numb because the nerves there were overstimulated by the pain and have by then ceased to relay additional information to my brain. Otoh, both my arms and my neck were badly sun-burnt and the skin was breaking own. I felt as if someone was stabbing knife into my spine every time I pedalled. There were lots of gated houses in Westhampton. The roads, the lawns, and municipal facilities, everything was exquisitely maintained. The cars were real nice looking too, lots of Mercedes and BMWs on the road.

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