The trip started out auspiciously bad. I hadn't made it a half mile before a tremendous wind hit, followed by driving rain and sleet. My chain then fell off the front gears and jammed. Then I farted and shit my pants. The gods were obviously testing my resolve.
It took me maybe a half hour to get going after that. Washed myself off in a culvert, with the flowing rainwater that had just fallen. At about the 16-mile marker, a guy named Art offered me a ride into Deming, which I gratefully accepted.
Now I'm in the Hat Creek Saloon. It hadn't closed after all; they're just not open Mondays and Tuesdays, and open at 4 PM the other days. And they don't take credit cards! I'd forgotten that.
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