We are truly blessed!

If our biggest problem is being stuck in a hotel room waiting for a bike part and whining about it…..we are one of the lucky ones!  We reflect on where we were exactly a year ago and how far we have come.  Then we consider what people face in their day to day lives that are monumental, to the little inconvenience we experienced.  We have our health and the ability and resources to do these tours; sorry to all that we complained to.

Our ducky doctor, Jason, at Village Cycle was amazing.  He started working on the bikes as soon as the part arrived this morning, added a few important tweaks and had our duckies purring. While we waited, we browsed an amazing old fashioned hardware store, S.F. Travis Company, est. 1885; like stepping back in time.

All loaded up, we pushed away at 11:30 this morning, usually about the time we are winding up our daily ride.  We missed three cool days of biking, but were ecstatic to be back on the road and moving forward.

Our ride started on the shaded waterfront road filled with beautiful homes, that we had backtracked on Saturday.  The views and shade lasted less than eight miles and then we were out on Route 1.

The day had gotten hot as we rode the highway with no shade to protect us.  We had planned on a stop at about twenty miles, but did not want fast food.  In historic Titusville, we found the perfect lunch stop.  Little did we know, that this darling cafe would have such amazing food.  Worth a stop if you are ever anywhere close.

Our long stretch of road was peppered with small areas of civilization and miles of trees and sparse farms.  It was not long before our feet were baking in the heat radiating from the pavement.  We stopped as often as we could find a bit of shade to try to cool ourselves in the searing heat.

Fifty two miles complete, we pulled into our hotel exactly at 5:00; it had been a hot ride and we were happy to tuck inside air conditioning.

Dinner was going to be a half mile away in either direction, but Cheryl at the hotel recommended Alberto’s Pizzeria.  This third generation restaurant, Sicilian immigrants opened their first restaurant in Pennsylvania and since moved to Florida, is Amazing.  Today was a wonderful gastronomic experience.