No matter how good of a weekend I have had, Sunday nights bring me down. The fun is over, I have to say goodbye to my son, the sky gets dark and another 10 hour shift begins. Up all day and night usually results in "Anti-Social Monday". I don't talk to anybody, see anyone, and if it is Winter, I stay in my house.
Today it was nice weather, so I rode as a recluse.
Hit new, obscure roads for the first time, rode a gravel suicide road known as Swantown Hill, got attacked by a hornet in my shirt which stung ten times, hung out in an awesome cemetery and saw some ships.
175 miles of solitude finished off by a nice dinner
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