At last, a nice day to ride

Isn't that just the most beautiful sight you've ever seen? Old Glory hanging limply from a flagpole in the late morning sun. It almost brought a tear to my eye. The only flags I've seen for the last week have all been pointed directly at me. At least until I passed them.

We had a lovely day for riding today, for the first time in a really long time. I've been having a great time on the trip regardless of the conditions. To be perfectly honest though, the actual "riding" part of the day had started to feel like...I don't normally use profanity on the blog, so if you're sensitive you might want to skip to the next paragraph... The riding had started to feel like a "Job".

6-8 hours a day of hard physical labor had taken some of the joy out of riding. I wasn't waking up every morning thinking "oh boy, I get to ride my bike today". Today brought the passion back to my love affair with my 2-wheeler. She and I had a lovely time traversing the roads of rural Indiana. All was forgiven.

I spent the day riding with Don and Peggy. We cruised along at a nice, comfortable pace, fast enough that we felt like we were really riding, but not the grunt-fest that we'd all been forced into the last few days. Ray met up with us shortly before we stopped for lunch. The four of us rode in the rest of the way. Here's a picture outside the Bookmark Cafe, a combination used book store and coffee shop.


We have a tough stretch of days in front of us: 103, 98, 92, and 89 miles until our next break in Erie, PA. We'll see if my two-wheeled temptress and I have any more lovers quarrels.

Today's Google Earth file: http://tomerceg.googlepages.com/RichmondIN.kmz