Now That's What I Call Music Volume 3

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Bridge Over Troubled Water
With the prospect of a 108 mile day we were up at 5:30 to get a good base-layer of fuel at the diner next to the motel.  A generous helping of corned beef hash, scrambled eggs and hash browns later and we were on the road.  The headwind was huge and we battled our way to the 7 mile bridge.  Unlike New Zealand's 90 mile beach it is actually 7 miles long and there is nowhere to hide from the wind.  10mph was all we could manage.  In the middle of the bridge is a hump to allow boats to pass beneath.  On the DOWNSLOPE of this hump, riding as hard as we could, we made 9 mph.
After that things picked up.  The wind was blowing very slightly from the right and for much of the way there was a screen of trees than shielded us from the worst.  Then I discovered a satnav error which meant the day would 'only' be 102 miles.  We were magnificent!
Golden Years
We are now in Florida City feeling pretty pleased with ourselves.  We have rehydrated on Goose IPA (we like IPA) and are now contemplating dinner.
How would you fancy unlimited quantities of poor quality food (mainly meat) cooked in either batter or sauces high in sugar and salt?  Ok, bear with me and try a little experiment.  Pop out and ride a bike into a sodding great headwind for 102 miles...........
......time passes.........
.......welcome back.  NOW how do you feel about a trip to the Golden Corral?  Thought so.
It seems that Golden Corral is in league with the Mormons and doesn't serve beer but we are still going,  partly to prove we are not alcoholics but mainly because we are chuffing hungry.
It Ain't Over 'till It's Over
Our poultry remains uncounted but we are just 45 miles from Miami and a flight home.


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