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.
This is one of the areas being sacrificed so all the resources can be diverted to upper class neighborhoods.