Worked out that I only had to stay on the A30 for 9 miles then I could get back to the country roads again. 9 miles ain’t too bad and it would probably cut down a lot of time for me. But as I stood at the exit watching the trucks speed by I started thinking of Pet Cemetery again. Get me on the bike and I’m trouble, one time fucked around hit a curb and I got a buckle, freaking bike parts went every which way, I could do without that today.
Took a while to pluck up the courage but then I went for it. I had about a 2-foot section to myself on the edge of the road outside the white line but every few seconds I had to dodge a drain on the left or a cat’s eye on the right. How many fecking drains do you need? This really was like an exam, I was concentrating so hard. The worst was when they came at the same time and I had to make a choice, but I always went for the drain. I wasn’t even sure if I was allowed on this road but 2 police cars just rolled right passed me, no flexin’, didn’t even look in Neilo’s direction so I kept within my section. Then I came down the mother of all hills. Before long I was hitting 50kph but quickly copped on and realised if I hit one of the many stones I was desperately avoiding or got a puncture at this speed I’m fucked so I slowed down as much as I could. Yesterday’s hills were bad but motorway hills are just too big for a bike.
I jumped off at the next exit and luckily this brought me to the Jamaica Inn. My old boss had told me about this place the first time I was going to Newquay so it was a lucky coincidence I stumbled upon it. Went in and ordered a pineapple juice and tried to find a different route cause I didn’t want to be going up or down hills like that ever again. Had a flick through the massive guest book, someone obviously sneaked a few mushrooms up to their room one night.
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