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?
