mile 86 Bay Shore

I had made it to the Bay Shore inn for the night. My body was hurting so much that every step I took made me wince, but I was happy that I was still breathing. In any case, I had dinner that night at Happy Buffet, a near-by Chinese restaurant. The food there was in truth very plain, but in my euphoric state of mind, every morsel there tasted like ambrosia! I wolfed down 4 platters of food and like 7 ice cream cones. One waitress, Jin, came over and asked me if everything was ok? I told her of the purpose of my journey, and inquired about her experiences. Jin, like many Chinese immigrants, was working as a waitress and commuting to NYC every weekend. I asked her if she would consider just living up in Bay Shore someday on a permanent basis. She told me that the boredom of the town would drive her insane.

So later that night I looked over my bike. The earlier accident had damaged my frontal reflector and bell beyond all hopes of repair. The bike's rear gear-driller had been skewed out of alignment, that I was able to fix. Then I proceeded to check my own body for damages. The nether regions of my buttocks were bruised to the point of being blue and purple. My left butt-cheek had sustained a 2 inch wide scraping. Basically, when my bike crashed in the forest road, the friction of the seat mount had torn off a couple of inches of the skin on my behind. I applied antibiotic cream and band aid from my first aid kit, and went promptly to sleep.