Cruising down Rue F.D.R. (the tenth such named road Ive seen), is my ticket out of Brussels, an unusually easy escape from a large city. Two autobahns make Luxembourg a straight shot. My route, less so, a two day trip took many, all the usual, bike breakdowns, wrong turns, stupid ideas. Stranded in St Hubert, two flats on one stretch of road I realized my patch glue is sitting in a field in the Netherlands where I had my last flat. I blow the second 100 meters from a bike store, suck luck, again! No, a note on the door in French seems to indicate a vacation till late October, damn. Four buses, two trains and eleven kilometers of walking gets me back to my bike with glue and new tubes and a new high of
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