The Dana-Holcombe House
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After a year of planning the route is set.
Needed to fully pack the bike in Connecticut (its home base) to move it down to Manhattan so I can work 2 days and hit the road early Wednesday.
Arrived in Manhattan late Sunday and waiting for the Wendsday departure.
... Thank you Yankee service staff. Well tonight we hit Barley Vine in Bristol Conn. This is a craft beer and wine bar on Main St in Bristol. My brother Tim has coordinated a fundraising meet and greet of the Bristol elite. There was also a nice article in the Bristol Press on Thursday June 11th about The ONE Ride and this event. More tomorrow. Pictures attached. My Bluetooth remote for my GoPro has stopped working so may not have a many pictures but I will use my ...
... smile and be thankful I have something to keep me dry. After crossing the New York border I was on a mission to get to New York City as fast as I could. I pushed some bigger mileage days and was sitting in a metro on my way to the Big Apple in no time. My friend from high school (Ella) and her boyfriend (Derek) let me crash on their couch while in the city. I played tourist for 3 days and had a blast sightseeing and relaxing. A HUGE thank you to ...
I've been home for 2 months and I just realized something; I lost my hairbrush in England. I haven't owned perfume since I was 17 and rely solely on baby lotion, deodorant, and the occasional Febreeze spritz in times of real desperation. I refuse to wash my repulsive Vans due to sentimentality that they hiked a Grecian volcano. I often forget to shave the spot on the front of my ankle because I've cut myself so many times. I have a finger nail ...
"When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what shall I be?
Shall I be pretty, shall I be rich? Here's what she said to me:
Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera.."
Retrospectively on my mother singing Doris Day as she shampooed my lackluster brown bowl cut with Johnson & Johnson's No More Tears.. she was scapegoating an inevitable reality of which she was already well aware. An honest ...