..Is something my god-mother likes to say. Today, if you completely ignore the rain which only stopped for ten minutes (all taken up fixing a puncture), we had three bad things - a silly error with directions added 10kms to the route, Alex then took a tumble on a hectic bridge, and we followed this up with a puncture each. The clouds are still inches above our heads - we haven't seen the sun for 2 days - but we are well nonetheless.
Having vowed last night not to ever have another "cheese steak" (Pennsylvanian delicacy), at lunch we came to the little known town of Hook Marcus, and went to Connolly's Pub, where it was the only thing on the menu! Luckily, this was far better than the Philadelphia variety, and lifted our resolve enough to face the pouring rain once more.
Along the way, we rode on the Rosa Parks memorial highway and past a former house of Marrtin Luther King (we think) - but did not stop as we could barely see through the driving rain and were on a low after our second puncture.
We reached Perryville at 7.20, which put us 2 miles away from Havre de grace - our aim - but then we came upon a bridge which was illegal for us to cross whether walking or by bike. We asked around for an alternative route, and found one - but the small matter of it being 23 extra miles was an issue. We were searching for a place to camp in Perryville, with limited success, and so found a pick-up to take us the 2 miles to Havre de Grace. We figured that the extra 10 mile square we completed earlier was sufficient punishment for this short cut, and it also means that we should reach Washington tomorrow - 85 miles away.
At the bottom of the right column is the beginning's of a stats table if you are interested.
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