No cycling today. I spent the day sitting out the rain in a Motel 6 in an industrial wasteland in Chicopee, Massachusetts. There is literally a mountain of dirt across from my hotel. Last night when I was lost in the rain I sung the Hallelujah Chorus when I saw the Motel 6 sign. Now my room is stuffy. The landscape is worse than New Jersey. People are yelling at one another on the balcony, and I’m eager to hit the road. I shouldn’t have cheaped out on lodging.
Note: Springfield Massachusetts drivers are Olympic level assholes who may be worse than Jersey drivers.