Athens and Atlanta are both big cycling towns, mostly by hipsters. Today I got up late because my hosts were up late and I slept in the living room.
I had only gone 20 miles or so and got a flat. It was a little piece of wire. I replaced it with a new tube and instantly flatted again. I think I accidentally knicked it with the knife in my multitool. Putting the tire back on the wheel was being problematic and a very nice woman named Marie helped me as an extra set of hands.
I had texted a bunch of people the night before to host me in Atlanta. One had called me and invited me to go to bike polo. Exactly what it sounds like. It was getting late and I still had 8 miles to go and didn't want to negotiate traffic in the dark. So I called him and he picked me up, took me to my host's house and brought me to bike polo. It was cool. So no pictures. My phone was dead.
My hosts also had the cutest puppies.
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