Took this at the Havana velodrome the last day in Cuba (with the LensBaby). It was so warm down there and it is so not up here. I can already feel my tan fading away. I kept thinking, as I looked around at houses throughout Cuba with no windows, only wooden slatted shutters, ‘Geez, good thing they don’t get snow down here.’
On our final drive of the trip, from Havana to Camaguey to catch our plane (that’s a whole story unto itself), we were on this main highway, the AutoPista, and I noticed something very strange. The highway kept alternating between two three-lane roads, one in either direction, to one three-lane road. The second lane, usually the west bound one, would just quit from time to time, forcing those drievr to drive in what had been our exclusive east bound lane. There were no signs to let you know when it was going to happen, you’d just look to your left, see there was no longer a lane next to you, and notice cars coming straight at you in the left side of your own lane. It looked like at some point they’d just run out of money to finish the other side. There was plenty of room, and even bridges for that non-existent lane, but it was just grass, no lane. That just about sums up Cuba. Almost, not quite, coule be their motto.
I think I may actually ride tomorrow. I dread the feeling of super stale legs and burning lungs, but it cannot be put off any longer. The clock is ticking until I leave for Cali, where I hope to get some riding in as well.