I arrived in Bridgehampton in very poor shape on Monday evening. A few miles outside of town, a blond teenager in a BMW convertible had chucked a half filled bottle of soda at me as he drove by. There were two girls in the car with him, and they all laughed as the car zoomed past me. I was too tired to make a fuss over it. I could barely keep riding due to saddle fatigue. As I rode into town, I saw a Carvel's Ice Cream shop on a small hill. So I did what any delirious cyclist would've done under the circumstances. I went and got me some ice cream! As I was eating my treat, I had the good opportunity of meeting up with Ruth, her daughter Patty, and Patty's son Matt. Ruth mentioned that she's afraid of going to NYC because of the summer blackouts. I thought it was a real good point, since the summer blackout of 2003 taught me just how quickly things could unravel in a large city without power.
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