A couple weeks ago on a very hot day I was in the middle of a very long training ride on the Cape. About the time I got to Barnstable — about 80 some odd miles into the ride — I was really in bad shape. Riding on the lovely stretch of road that is 6A I realized I had to stop for a break or else.
I saw “The Barnstable Market”, stopped, and stumbled across the road. I don’t think I even locked my bike up, I just leaned it against a wall. Walking into the store I grabbed a huge iced tea, a lemonade, water, and a container of almonds. My right calf was feeling a bit crampy so I went over to the deli counter to see if they sold pickles. They did. Yay. The jar was empty. Boo. OMG-d, I wanted a pickle so badly at this point. I asked the guy behind the counter if they had any more and he said he would check.
While I was waiting, one of the other members of the staff told me the ice cream freezer was in the last aisle on the left. I looked at her quizzically. She said I looked very hot. I laughed and asked if they sold lobster. She said no, and I said, oh, that’s a pity, I could have taken a dip in the lobster tank. 😉
The guy came back with my pickle. I paid for my stuff, walked out of the store and sat at a shady table (my bike was still there, yay). Whew, I got the heat load off and the salty almonds tasted SO GOOD. The pickle was also AWESOME. It’s one of the great things about cycling. It makes everything better. Water tastes great when it’s slaking actual thirst. Sitting down? FANTASTIC. A shady spot? Heaven.
Thus fortified, I got back on my bike and finished my ride.