Bike riders, at least in this sport, can consume a lot of beer. Me, not so much. Hamid and I had a quiet day but headed into Sao Paolo via Uber (my first use of that service) for a celebratory dinner. I probably drank more beer that night than I've consumed in total the last two years since I reduced carbs. I did stop when I reached my limit ... Hamid, not so much :). He has a large limit and was also drinking shots of something else. They'd have had to carry me out.
The gang - 11 of us - ate at a typical Brazilian restaurant - "dirty food" they call it, family style, tables streetside.
Now I'm at GRU airport. We stayed at the Marriott close by and the shuttle runs every half hour. Check-in was quick; security lines were non-existent. Miami will be busier !
On the way to the airport, it suddenly struck me that I hadn't seen my SPOT when I packed the saddle bag. Inside the terminal, I checked and sure enough, no SPOT. Obviously a volunteer had detached it, thinking that it was one of the ride-provided units. A lot of whats-app-ing later, it has been found, will be handed to Hamid and will make its way to me by mail. I also talked to SPOT, hoping to head this off, but they couldn't give me an answer right away.
I never even thought about it at the end of the ride. I just never detach it from that bag and didn't miss it at the time. It was when I pulled up the ride track that made me realize that it was MIA (missing in action, not Miami International Airport !).
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