I knew I had to get a good massage to get my back somewhat back to normal or the rest of the trip was not going to be fun. I wanted Wendy, my Seattle massage therapist, but how to I find the massage I was looking for in a place I don’t know anyone? To the yellow pages I went scanning the ads looking for key words that would hopefully get me to the right person. There were only 2 ads that looked promising. The first place was out of business, the second, a long taxi ride away, agreed to fit me in. With my appointment set, I headed into downtown for more looking around and a little more souvenir shopping. Bob and Sig had signed up for a cooking class and we had plans to meet up afterward. We did find each other, but by then it was time for me to locate a taxi.
Out into the suburbs I went and after a few trys we found the massage place tucked into the back of a little mall. I met my gal and within seconds of getting on the table and explaining my problem, she said “this is going to hurt.” Wham! she stuck her elbow exactly in the right spot. After a few moments of great pain – ahhhh – I had found my “wendy.” An hour and a half later feeling rejuvenated and ready to ride again. I was back in the cab, heading back into town to meet the rest of the gang for our group dinner.
After dinner Bob and I again went back to Storyville to listen to jazz, and again there was a different band playing. They weren’t as good as the others, but we stayed for quite awhile anyway. After two days off, it was time to ride again.