Made it to Buffalo. #notdead
Very bad weather. 46 degrees at midday. Not counting windchill. Cold wind, coming right at me; strong, tire-shudders, pseudo-uphill, legs burn as they shiver. Spitting rain, black clouds. Sunless.
Road conditions poor. Canalway muddy, oily. Roads are rustbeltways, speeding trucks, no shoulders *at all*. Gravel in the road. Broken glass…
Hid under bridges, overpasses. No place to pitch a tent. Concrete. Concrete.
The ride into the city was the most terrifying few miles I’ve ever seen. Burned houses, touts on the corners, stumblers and slingers, sirens, flashing lights… snapped rooftrees, towers fallen. Buffalo Nadir.
Did not dare stop.
In a warm bed now. Not planning on moving for a time.
Earache. Expected. Can bike over it. Sore lungs – a little hard on the deep breaths. Either a little cold or ribs sore from riding. Can bike over it.
But my right ankle pains me, this is troubling.
No mechanical difficulties. Hanno drives ever forward.
Weather looks bad for days. Cannot stay here another night; this, all hotels full for memorial day weekend.
It is either forward into the rain, or forward by train, or backward by plane.
No option much appeals.
…i shall sleep on it, & see how I feel when warm and rested.