The weather was uncannily similar to the UK Manchester; grey, wet and chilly. I cycled mainly through clouds for a few days and came to realise that if I just got through the first 5 miles of each day I’d be fine. Those first 5 miles felt sluggish and made me doubt myself but as soon as I got through them the wheels turned easier and my mood always lifted.
America is like Fern Gully, Pocahontas and Jurassic Park all at the same time.
bitter/sweet 