The trip along the Cape of Virginia towards the Chesapeake Bay Bridge was a hot, sometimes boring, sometimes dangerous one. (The roads I decided to take were direct, but not necessarily the safest for a bike to travel on.) It didn't help anything that I had a repeat performance of my first day out, four flat tires.
|My back tire once again had a knack for finding every tiny, sharp piece of metal on the road.|
|(taken the next morning)|