A beautiful fall day in Massachusetts begged me to go out and play. So I ended up going some 25 miles on my bicycle in about 2 and half hours. A lot of it was spent going down small side streets and backtracking, when I seemed to end up on streets not attractive to cycling. At the end of it though, I ended up in Salem, with an October/Fall Festival going on. The main walk way was full of people and stands selling cider, caramel apples and fried dough. Many of the witchcraft shops had long lines of people waiting to get in. And walking tours of Salem were being advertised left and right.
The day was filled with powerful gusts that made me feel as though my bike my blow over. At other times, they came straight on, and I felt as if I was bicycling in place. And finally, the wind squeezed my muscles into shivering tension as I walked around Salem.
There was a point somewhere in the middle of the ride, that I wanted to turn around, because the roads were so unfriendly. The problem was that friendly or not, turning around meant turning back into the very streets that were disorienting me. The best option was to continue going forward, to places I had not been before and the hope of sights with more potential than what I had come from.
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