One of the guys in our cycling club invited us down to his town over the weekend for a ride. About 50 miles, he said, which got a bit longer somehow. Beautiful scenery:
There’s a lot of farming in this area, as you might imagine:
But that means quiet country roads, just a few cars, one moped and a few of these:
That’s Kyle in the foreground, and way off down the road is The Yankee. She’s fast:
I love the old barns and the greenery taking back the space, like nature’s revenge against some old farmer:
Smiley faces really bring in the casual yard sale traffic. Note the angle, this is going up a painful hill:
There’s a lot of farming to be done out there, though:
This one is going to be a banner on the site one day:
By this point, I was torched. We’d been doing high cadence pace lines and The Yankee was holding us up in the mid-20s for long stretches. That hurts after a while. Sometimes you ride so much that you want to ride more …
And sometimes you want food and a nap and to forget you own bikes. Today was a bit of the later.
