Our bikes were booked in for the their first service, and we duly arrived in Brockton at about 10.30am, intending to spend the day exploring downtown Boston on foot.
The station was conveniently close to Dunbar Eurosports’ showroom. It was baking hot as we waited hopefully on the platform for the ‘T’ (the name given to the Boston metro system). Some bemused workmen approached to inform us that we had just missed the train. Inspection of the timetable revealed that we would have to wait a couple of hours for the next. So, instead, we headed back to the main road, in the expectation of finding a bus.
Public transport, we have now discovered, is not widely available in the US, as most people own at least one car. A helpful Post Office clerk directed us to the next station, where we had lunch and caught the train. By the time we arrived in Boston we had only 1 ½ hours to kill before we had to return to pick up the bikes. However, we were able to replace our tattered ponchos, and buy a couple of Platypus drinks bladders in preparation for the following week’s rally.
We spent the night with Deborah and her family in Brighton.