Thick Blue smoke hung over my Brooklyn neighborhood and a fire blazed on my corner for the annual Passover Chametz burning. It was a weird beginning for our spring bicycle odyssey. I was particularly nervous. My tour had a lot of complications; a dog, remote teaching, and timing with little room for error. I had reserved my round-trip rental car months ago for an entirely different itinerary. My plans had changed and I was unable to alter my reservation or book a new one-way rental to Florida, ostensibly because of COVID and/or spring break. The plan was to now drop off the car in St. Augustine and pay the consequence. It was a 6-1/2 hour drive to Virginia Beach where I would be spending two nights with Klaus and Eileen, whom I cycled with on my 2018 TransAm tour. It was the first nice day of spring. I passed blooming cherry blossoms, forsythia, dogwood, and magnolia as I drove south. Just yesterday I had been running my heater while wearing a sweater and jeans. After the Ch...
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