There were a whole lot of yachts in Hampton Bays. Everything was so very posh in that town. Gleaming cars, huge houses by the shore, private yachts. There were mansions by the sea side where the owners hand artificially converted the nearby shoreline into a beach of their own choosing. One house had only round stones for a beach. Another had only white sands. Yet another had only shells. It was a feat of incredible opulence. I absorbed all of these images into my brain. I think the pain that was afflicting my body made me remember these things with more clarity. In any case, my body was near it's breaking point. I could no longer feel my legs or buttocks as I pedalled down the roads. My back was this giant mass of throbbing agony, and my arms and neck were on fire. My father called and asked me to quit. I got real angry and told him to stop bothering me. I regretted saying that almost as soon as I disconnected the phone. But I had to keep going, the day was near it's end and I had to make it.
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