The second day in Florida I managed a 103-mile ride from
Leesburg to Chiefland. While I like to balance my exercise with cookies and
frosting, I normally bribe myself with a beer if I can tackle a century.
It was
a challenging ride. Pulling into town I got a flat tire, my water had run out
and I struggled to find a place to stay. Eventually settling on a mom-and-pop
hotel, I went to Winn-Dixie for dinner and a beer, then found out Chiefland is a
dry community, on Sunday's only. What are the chances?
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