The biggest push, though, was the fact that I was going to be riding back along a similar route in a little over a month and a half. When the weather was more temperate, so I could ride during the day as well as camp at night. I was willing to lose the battle. I didn't have anything to prove to myself or anyone else by suffering for another week on the road. Not my first tour, not my last.
With that in mind, I just relaxed and enjoyed my time in Asheville, something that's not difficult to accomplish in a town with over a hundred local beers and less than 100,000 people. If anything, they would need me to stay and help them with their surplus. Also, I had a sweet spot to stay at, my tent nestled between spider-filled trees in the backyard of a large house. And that house had a puppy named Wylie!
So with a week of riding consolidated into a single day, a spot to crash at (more or less indefinitely, as was the feeling I got), a little less financial burden, beer, flip flops, loose fitting clothes, sun glasses, and all of the other things that made days off so pleasant, I explored downtown Asheville for a few days. Some highlights include buying underwear at a flea market and learning that there is a Harris Teeter chain of grocery stores with the nickname of Hairy Teets.
|Hand sewn undies.|