Just an easy 11-1/2 mile cruise through Amish country this afternoon. It was cold enough at 38 degrees and there was a light mist of rain in the air and a few of those white flake things floating down in the 13 to 16 MPH breeze. The gusts were up to 22 MPH. No worries! Let's ride!
I saw lots of young high school age boys in blaze orange carrying theit shotguns, muzzle loaders and straight wall cartridge rifles as they walked down the roads in search of a better hunting spot or just walking out of the fields and back to their cars and trucks. A wet morning gave way to an overcast afternoon with 100% cloud cover.
The roads were mostly dry, but I took the Emonda Winter beater out anyway. shitmaNO forever, baby! Now...which way do these funktastic shifters work?
Just a flattish course with just under 300' of climbing. All I did was cruise control work and averaged a lowly 16 point something average speed with the balaclava breath fogging my shades as the sun set rapidly in the clear Ohio sky.
Forgot to add to this morning's post, JH: That smell you're smelling? You will remember that smell for a long, long time. Fire is really destructive and the sights of the destruction will stay with you always, but what you will remember most in the years to come is the smell of everything that smolders for days and weeks to come.