Day 11 Still wobbling

Note: I had written and (thought I'd) published my account of Day 11. Fail. So, I'll try another time.

Destination: Fulton. Doyle's Bike Shop. 24 miles from Port Ontario. Now, if only my bike can make it. No need for a typical early push since the shop probably won't be open until 10. A typical pace is about 10 mph, considering hills and load. A relatively leisurely morning sitting about drinking coffee was atypical. Fred and Gay like to get up and down the road straight away. Fred turns in around 7:30 pm each evening so it's no wonder he's up before the sun. Gay bails after dark. Me, I'm the night owl. I crash between 10 & 11, depending on how long it takes me to write this blog or how riveting my book is.
The ride to Fulton was scenic and hilly. Last year, I toured Upstate NY for 3.5 days with my wife, Pam, and another couple, Bill and Sandy Doyle. Bill and Sandy were riding from Ticonderoga to Niagra Falls. They are doing the Northern Tier pieces at a time. Their idea is frankly what eventually motivated yours truly. Thanks, Bill and Sandy, I think. Pam and I had the good fortune to start our ride 50 or so miles west of Ti. We ended our journey in Fulton.
We showed up in Fulton before 11 and located Doyle's Bike Shop (no relation). The recumbent bike out front gave me hope. We went inside and my hope was dashed. It was a family shop with mostly mountain bikes and BMXs. The proprietor was a very friendly, knowledgeable and helpful man. He knew the specs my looking at the wheel. Shaking his head, he said he couldn't fix it but would check his inventory. Nothing doing. He said he could make it better though.
He put the wheel in a truing stand and spent some quality time with it. 20 - 30 minutes later he gave it back. Better but still short. Now it has a hop as well as a wobble. I could probably come up with a tune in my head that accompanied the roll. Sigh.
I thanked him profusely for his effort. He refused payment for his time. I was touched by his compassion for my problem. What next? Lunch!
He enthusiastically recommended the Greek diner next door. His mouth was watering as he spoke. We walked our bikes over and went inside.
The building was well past its prime. The menu was simple. Signs were attached to the wall with yellowing tape. They proudly accepted charge AND debit cards. The food and service was good. Fred had his first giro and he described it as "very nice ". The owner, an old Greek gent was proud of being old school. Onward to our final destination for the day. South Shore RV Park in Sodus.
Oh yeah, Gay spotted a local pharmacy a few doors down from lunch. Another old school kind of place. I found a suitable supportive wrist wrap. The owner operated the register. The total with a candy bar was @$10.68. He said, "$10 is good." That put a smile on my face.
Hmm... What to do with my ride? Ok, ride it. Still not many other good options. It's better, not great. Better.  I was really thankful that it was rideable at all. The logistics would be horrendous if any of our bikes broke down. Shiver. Don't worry. Be happy. Ride.
As the day wore on, so did my comfort. The road went from pretty flat to pretty hilly. Ugh. The last 15 to 20 miles were scenic but was lost to my evaporating spirit. I was tired and looking forward to rest and a shower. Since Gay stopped drinking soft drinks, the rest stops seemed a little further apart. The saddle was less comfortable. My hands were numb since I was limited in the positions I could use with my sprained wrist. The support really helped though.
Finally we arrived. Never been so happy to see an RV Park in memory. The people had hosted bike tourists before. The cost was only $15! A boost to my sagging spirit. We earned an escort to our flat, grassy tent site complete with water faucets and electricity for charging our phones and only a short hike to restroom and shower. Ah, the shower. This amenity earned top ratings so far this journey. Bar none. Spacious. Clean. Well lit. Hooks for hanging stuff and no quarters necessary to feed the warm water beast.
The highlight of my day was getting to speak with my bride. She called as dinner was just being finished cooking and I was lighting into my one hot meal. Hearing her voice was the food I needed most. A few minutes later, it started to rain. I scrambled to collect my stuff I wanted to keep dry, my pot of dinner and dove for the tent, all while talking to Pam.
The day ended with blogging day 10s episode.
Cheers.
64 miles today. Felt longer.  Looking forward to to tomorrow and the prospect of getting my bike back up to speed.