Plymouth Rock

The weather was good today, so I decided to ride from Hull to Plymouth Rock, in, you guessed it, Plymouth.

If you've never been to Plymouth Rock, don't bother. Just have a look at the picture you see above this post.

For those who didn't get the chance to see the rock, and were hoo-skowed into making the journey to Plymouth, there is no restitution. There's always a group of pissed off men gathered around Plymouth Rock, standing there shaking their heads saying to their wives, "I left home to look at this, you gotta be kidding me!"

Plymouth is a beautiful town with all of the seaside constituents you would expect: motorcyclists, senior citizens in vintage K-cars, tourists with cameras. When people drive in seaside communities, they typically look out the window that is closest to the water, and either dart into an open parking spot unexpectedly, or punch the brakes when they see something they admire.

It is now the month of May and the Christmas tree is still up. We've been too busy to take it down, and I've been too tired. Perhaps if we leave it up for a few more months, we'll be ready for next holiday season good and early.

The ride was decent. 4:22:00 at 200 watts average, around 78.5 miles.