|Really, metal thieves? The drinking fountains? Really?|
Until I reached the first watering station, and found that the metal thieves had recently stolen the bronze-looking bowls from the drinking fountains. I ruled out purposeful maintenance or orderly removal by pushing the button and noting that the precious liquid still emitted from inside the podium. "!@##@* !&*@$# !!*%$@," I said (a direct quote).
|Give me a brake|
My quick recovery and call to action was this: enough of riding along the canal filled with water and caring about running out of water. I'm going to get one of those LifeStraw personal water filters, and some tubing, and stuff them down inside one of my bike tubes, so that I never have another instance of being thirsty near the canal, for any reason, be it overextending on a summer ride, or forgetting water, or metal thieves. And peace be with them, may they &!@@#5ing go off and #$%&**...no, I can do better than that. LifeStraw. Down inside the seat tube. Ride happy. Send wishes to the desperate metal thieving sociopaths that they somehow turn their life around.
Instead of turning back, I rode on ten more mile to the next drinking fountain. That's also probably not the best strategy, mind you. But, I felt I had to atone for my angry outburst at the metal thieves by riding on, and in so doing, I was fortunate to hear a voice with music in it. The second and third water stops still had working fountains, so everything worked out.
|Stay on track. Take tools and stuff along, just in case.|