Day #3 and falling behind already trying to blog. Too much time spent biking. About 60 brutal miles yesterday from Perry to Tallahassee, made so by the series of rolling hills that lead into the state capitol, then amplified by all the damned hills in the city itself.
How bad were the hills? Well, having expressed himself so well about his feelings regarding snakes on his plane, imagine Samuel L. Jackson expressing himself similarly about the hills.
I did want to say that, on our way out of Tallahassee, we did make one special stop...at 6:00am, we found ourselves where the sun does not shine, in the belly of the beast, in the very heart of darkness, where the eye does not see:
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| On our way out of Tallahassee, we did make one special stop...at 6:00am, we found ourselves where the sun does not shine, in the belly of the beast, in the very heart of darkness, where the eye does not see: |
We did out Gator Chomp and sang the stories of Gator greats, like Meyer and Donovan and reveled in the recent victories of the Gator Baseball Team against FSU until someone shouted "WTF...its 6effing am!"
And then...we were off.
Go Gators.
And then...we were off.
Go Gators.
GO GATORS
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