This was my lowest of lows. In all my years of cycling I have never feared for my life on a bike more. The video captures my state of mind at the moment in time. Lucky the next morning the good people of the Baptist church I slept behind arrived the next morning and took me in. What a trip these folks could not be nicer to the oddball random white dude that showed up out of nowhere. They took me in fed me twice. Then in the pouring rain got me off the death trap of a road and gave me and my bike a lift down to the next town... Quantico. Praise the Lord.
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