I spent a lot of time in bed and am largely recovered from yesterday’s food poisoning. I’d feel a lot better if I didn’t have late night neighbors arrive and act as if they were the only ones in the hotel. I eventually requested they shut the fuck up, and they looked very surprised but complied.
My rear tire was quite low in the morning and hissed loudly when I pumped it up, leaking around the plug I installed in Ensenada two months ago. I added more sealant and replaced the plug and all seemed well when I nervously rode off at 10 am, much later than I wanted to for the destination I’d picked. I was aiming for Altacomulco, 40 uphill miles away and where, in theory, my FedEx package with a new tire has been dispatched. I made it 15 miles before I lost all the air and sighed, among other things. I pulled the tire, a messy endeavor since I’d just added sealant, installed a tube and got moving again, feeling a mixture of satisfaction for having dealt with the problem and dread that I was almost certainly going to have a flat soon given how thin my tire is. By then it was midafternoon and I hadn’t even begun the steep part of the long climb to Altacomulco so when a hotel soon presented itself I was happy to call it a day.
I’m riding the toll road, mainly because I figured I could hitch a ride easier if I ended up without a rear tire
The toll road isn’t my first choice any more. The shoulder is nice, but it’s always noisy and with a lot of tire debris with wires that can easily cause punctures
