I'm Just back from another trip to the US and I'm sorry to say that I managed only 1 run during my week over there, consequently I'm feeling very unfit...
The flight over was pretty uneventful, there were plenty of empty seats and critically the one next to me was empty giving me that all important inch of extra leg room. I started reading "Jupiter’s Travels" and the flight (forgive the pun) flew by, it's a great read if you're interested in motorcycles or travel or both.
On my first day I woke very early, just after 4am, but my hotel gym didn't open until 6am. I tried to sleep a little longer but once I'm awake it's virtually impossible to get back to sleep so I checked out early morning TV, checked my mail and did a little work. Finally 6am arrived and I was first through the gym door. I use the word "gym" in its broadest possible context; it was tiny room with a treadmill and bench.
My second day mirrored day one; wide awake at 4am. This time I was beaten to the "gym" but a large man in obvious need of exercise; if you can imagine a walrus struggling to keep up with the treadmill you've got the image that greeted me. Since there was only one treadmill I was out of luck that morning.
On my third day the walrus was back... but I was off to start my vacation; I picked up a car from the airport and headed north towards Pennsylvania and eventually Harrisburg. From there I headed east to Philadelphia and then back to DC for the last 2 days.
The flight home was again uneventful but it could have been different... I was one the last passengers to board and when I arrived at my seat there was a very, very large man sitting next to me. Well, he was half the height of a normal man but three times the width, not ideal dimensions for flight neighbour. He reminded me my nemesis; the treadmill hogging walrus! Not the kindest description but the one that sprang to mind. Lucky for me the flight was not full and there were plenty of empty seats. My neighbour suggested that he move to an empty row before the plane takes off, a suggestion I fully endorsed and actively encouraged, and we're back with that all important inch of extra leg room.
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well, he was nice...he could have stayed there and tortured you for the rest of the flight!
it was an act of mercy by God, I'm sure of it!!
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