Tom and I are in Bedford, awaiting a ride. We're both ok...he's suffering from a case of 'longest ride all year by a factor of five', and I've just lost interest in going further.
Max and Dan G. are keeping on and riding fine...they should hopefully be in town sometime this evening.
(And yes, I'm sending this from Sheetz.)
Well, we're still technically conscious. Barely. But omelets will make it all better shortly.
Forecast is for freezing temps tonight...should think about getting a motel.
Or being EPICALLY manly.
Still a bit cold and windy, but a fleeting glimpse of the sun helps morale...
These rooms get very crowded when a couple of recumbents are shoved in the aisle.
