I was still sick and not up to pedaling 35 miles against a headwind, so we took another down day. This time, I slept most of the day. In the afternoon we walked a mile along the noisy strip on the outskirts of town – where nobody walks - to a Buffalo Wings franchise. The lettuce was past its prime, on the verge of becoming slimy.  Wrappers littered the floor and bench of our booth. Not sure we’ll do this place again. I should have known a sports bar that specializes in hot wings and fried foods would not have fresh lettuce. When we have a choice, we go with local places. But sometimes there aren’t a lot of choices.