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 Turns out, riding at night isn't so bad.((I much prefer //driving// at night, so I shouldn't be too surprised - it's the same reasons.)) There's little traffic, no sun, it's cooler, and you can still see the road.((Mostly.)) Around sunrise, the humidity really started picking up, and by the time the sun came up, I was in a dense fog, completely soaked and dripping water everywhere. It had to have been 100% RH, I mean, my fingers were //pruny// for heavens sake. Around this time I was really starting to get saddle-sore((My butt hurt.)), and was moving at about 10mph, down from my usual 12-14. Every shift of my body was an agony, and pedaling standing was short-lived relief. At 6-ish I hit a detour. I decided to ignore the signs and trust my luck((I had hit another before, but been able to go through it.)), and came up on a bridge that was completely out. Hurray. I cursed a bit, turned around, got out the atlas and found another route. A half-mile left into town turned into an agonizing, tortuous, 3 mile, half-hour detour.((It sounds bad, but trust me, with the fatigue, it was much worse.)) By the time I get into town((7am)), I realize I still have AT LEAST another 7 hours, at which point I throw in the towel and ask my friend to come and pick me up, because I'm a wimp.((First step is recognizing, right?)) If I hadn't been in a hurry, I would have just found a motel and collapsed for the day, but I hate to make excuses.((Just kidding, I love excuses, but I call them //reasons//.)) Turns out, riding at night isn't so bad.((I much prefer //driving// at night, so I shouldn't be too surprised - it's the same reasons.)) There's little traffic, no sun, it's cooler, and you can still see the road.((Mostly.)) Around sunrise, the humidity really started picking up, and by the time the sun came up, I was in a dense fog, completely soaked and dripping water everywhere. It had to have been 100% RH, I mean, my fingers were //pruny// for heavens sake. Around this time I was really starting to get saddle-sore((My butt hurt.)), and was moving at about 10mph, down from my usual 12-14. Every shift of my body was an agony, and pedaling standing was short-lived relief. At 6-ish I hit a detour. I decided to ignore the signs and trust my luck((I had hit another before, but been able to go through it.)), and came up on a bridge that was completely out. Hurray. I cursed a bit, turned around, got out the atlas and found another route. A half-mile left into town turned into an agonizing, tortuous, 3 mile, half-hour detour.((It sounds bad, but trust me, with the fatigue, it was much worse.)) By the time I get into town((7am)), I realize I still have AT LEAST another 7 hours, at which point I throw in the towel and ask my friend to come and pick me up, because I'm a wimp.((First step is recognizing, right?)) If I hadn't been in a hurry, I would have just found a motel and collapsed for the day, but I hate to make excuses.((Just kidding, I love excuses, but I call them //reasons//.))
  
-And that was my trip to Wilmington. +And that was my trip to Wilmington. Total pedal time (excluding stops) ~ 7 hrs. Total distance : 85 miles. Oh, you might be curious to know what the scenery was like. Imagine a small country road, and pine trees on either side, broken up by the occasional field. Around 4am there was a beautiful scene that I couldn't photograph, with the bright moon over a solitary tree in a cornfield. First day was beautifully sunny, with great clouds. Second day was muggy and muggy.
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