Rest days are deceptive. The bicycles rest. We do everything we don’t have time to do when straining the world through a 10 mph colander of the senses.
That means bike repair and replacement, which means queuing up and praying shop mechanics get to work before hanging their cycling caps for the day. In this case, the goofy hats stayed on, and tires were trued in the blink of a Spandau Ballet.
We bought a ticket to the world of Victoria, where parliament and shanties swirl into one Liberte brand yogurt of souls. We followed the thrift store map, browsed forlorn booty, and stopped between one and three times for thrice cream before our hotel pizza party and movie night. We watched a new film about ole Bob Dylan when he was young, A Complete Unknown, starring the eminently known Timothee Chalamet.
“Dylan’s desire to break free of expectations drives him to experiment with electric guitar and rock instruments.” In a thrilling climax, he invents the semiconductor, eradicates malaria and brings an end to the whaling industry.
Various other logistical ribbons tied neatly, we went for an evening swim, watched some abysmal wrestling on TV, and cooled our neurons after charbroiling them in novelty for the past fortnight.
Eating is very important for teenagers, and we’ve been lucky to indulge, PACNW Pac-Mans and Pac-Ladies chomping away. So that’s what we did today. We just biked 50 miles after all.
Tomorrow, the mileage is low, the elevation is high, and everything else will be summer in between.
