Day 11: Toll Roads

After a late night at the bar, I vaguely remember waking my buddy Greg up this morning just in time to make it to his ten o-clock meeting. Greg is Chief of Staff for New York Representative Louise Slaughter on Capitol Hill, so while he was exhausted and taking the D.C. Metro to meet with official-types, I fell back asleep on the sofa. Went to Bethesda Bagel Co. later on for a bagel and some coffee and left my phone charging at Greg's apartment, so when a woman asked me what time I had, I laughed and said, "I actually don't." What freedom! To be unaware of the time of day. A brief respite from reality, from the ticking clock of worry. The moment was short-lived, for when I hopped back on the bike and took interstate 95 up toward the New Jersey Turnpike, I had to spend a total of $12 just to use the road. 3000 miles from California to Virginia without a single toll then twelve bucks in 100 miles. Unbelievable. And just as I payed Delaware the final four dollars...I hit a pothole!