I start off from Pacific City at the leisurely hour of 9:30. I dug down deep to make it all the way to Salem. Route 18 was a horror show, fast cars and trucks with a four foot shoulder. The red necks and their trucks are about as obnoxious as they come. At Otis I pulled over for refueling, what a serene spot not realizing what lie ahead of me. 52 miles to Salem, no way;I just kept chipping away at it, looking for a place to park for the night. I was going through nowheresville so I pushed onward. I was more than tired when I rolled into Salem. Turns out Julia was in Portland so the extra push to reach Salem to surprise her was for not. After the eighty-three mile ride so early in my trip, I needed a recovery day. I chilled out all Tuesday, got my brake rotor straightened, logged in some serious zzzz's, ate at the Sassey Onion and took Julia out for dinner. I can see I have to adjust my tempo, drop down a few gears and just enjoy the experience and not the quest to log on record amounts of miles. My type A driven personality often gets in the way of common sense.
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