You'd think getting on the bus to Sturbride would be the easiest part
of the weekend. But not so much. Thank you for the downpour, Motha
Nay'cha.
As Les and I walked our bikes and bags over to the warf, drenched
beyond belief, we were mocked by a passing by cyclist ("they work
better when you ride them") and a cabby ("having fun gettig
wet" ::evil laugh:: ::speeds off::).
Oh Southie.
Desite the heckling, we made it through the monsoon and are now en
route to the starting line.
The rest of the weekend is supposed to have clear skies. So hopefully
motha nay'cha got it out of her system cause we're doing this thing
rain or shine.
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