No, I’m not guessing at Mystery’s age, I’m thinking that we got between 45 -50 miles yesterday.
Six of us rode out promptly at 9:00 A:M and we hit the Fern trail on a dead run. Dead as in, “If I we keep up this pace I will die”.
But we did, and I did not.
There was some blood and a couple of breakdowns, but not enough to stop us. Miraculously, we climbed the final hill behind the Democrat (our local paper) still in a row like tired burros.
It looks like we might save the summer form after all.
Nature paid us tribute by finally dumping some rain on this town after two very dry months. Nice of it to wait until we were all laid up on our various couches, rehydrating with our chosen beverages.
And now it is raining again, and I’m hitting the road.
Catch you in a couple days-