"It's absurd in an entertaining way," critiqued Darlene who was Paula Abdul-ing the performance.

"If you have jewelry, rings, necklaces, BIG-BELT-Buckles or watches," said TSA "that WILL NOT make it through the metal detector, especially if you have a Texas watch on steroids. AND... if you have metal inside your body ... I am of no help to you."

Darlene said his antics at least made the wait go faster.

I got into Boston about 12:15 p.m., which included the time change. Found my bike box and proceeded to slap my ride together. A baggage handler from Haiti named Huntleigh helped me unload my bike and then stood and talked to me during the entire assembly.

Huntleigh had been in the states for 23 years, although he still had a heavy accent. He came over after his wife moved to Boston. They had four kids, including a five year old boy who he said was "artistic." "Oh, does he paint or work with markers or take pictures ..." I went on and on, until Huntleigh more clearly said "autistic." I shut up after that.

I jumped onto a Logan Express bus and got safely out of Boston. We went through the Ted Williams Tunnel, past Boston University and Fenway Park. I pulled on my helmet and my biking shoes at Framingham and got on Route 9. Not the best road, with heavy traffic and lots of pot holes. I eventually veered to the old Highway 30 which featured less traffic, more of a shoulder and better blacktop.

I'm currently at the Southborough library with 12 miles under my belt. I'm hoping to get to North Grafton or Charlton City tonight.