One More Night

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All finished and chickens hatched and counted.  Yesterday we did a very lazy 45, passing through downtown Miami before finishing at our motel, close to the airport.  We then spent an hour in the hot sun locating a bike shop that could sell (yes, sell.....in every other country they are free) us a couple of  cardboard bike boxes.  We then had to haul them 1.5 miles back to the motel.  After all this we were hot and very, VERY thirsty.  We poped to the gas station for some sports drink and.......disaster........no IPA.  We made do with a very second best Sam Adams.
Today we really had nothing to do and a flight that doesn't leave until 21:40 so we went for a ride in the sun.  55 miles later we are back and have packed the bikes and are waiting for the bar to open.  Before anyone makes any comments, the washrooms are in the bar so we HAVE to go in there.  I will perform a cunning trick that will transform a sweaty cyclist into a fragrant traveller using nothing but a soapy sock!!
In about an hour we will get the shuttle  bus to the airport and another great trip will be over.  Florida isn't the best cycling country and the wind is a bloody nuisance but almost guaranteed sunshine and flat terrain makes it great for some pre-season miles. 
My next trip is in mid-April......more later.


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