Vacancy

As i ride into hamilton city i come to realize that there is no hotel in sight. I sit on the corner of 45 & 32 at a closed diner eating a fruit pie and drinking some water. Gerald, another biker rolls up and says that he is headed to orland on 32. It's a straight shot. Ten miles with a bike lane that is like a third car lane. We ride near each other most of the way a car passes once in a while. Real smooth ride. Then we part ways in Orland. My journy for the day ending at the amber light inn on the other side of town.