After spending an awesome week changing my latitude in Margarittaville by that one particular harbor on the shores of the Cape I was ready to ride. Saturday was a little to soon to stretch a tight jersee over my newly acquired beer, seafood, and ice cream belly so I went casual on my Smoothie and bagged 65 miles while still singing my favorite Jimmy Buffet tunes as I rode along. Today I racked up another 55 on my R3 while thinking how oysters and beer for dinner every day of the year would make me feel fine.