It has been over 10 years since I last crammed myself and a bike into a metal tube with jets and jumped the Atlantic to pedal and eat my way around. I am a freak magnet in all things transportation. Trains, buses, planes or public spaces crazies sit next to me. Chula things I am just too polite to tell people to piss off and they can sense this. This time it was a crack or meth addict rocking in their chair and muttering on the trans-Atlantic flight who made sleeping not an option. So the quicker I can move back to normality helps my body readjust to the time difference. A few rides in the northern Alps started to get me in a normal rhythm before a week long ride that wove through Germany, Austria, Switzerland and ended in Italy. Rather than have blog fatigue I will try to write a little over the next few weeks each day to help our reduced attention spans.
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