Between the first day (or evening, actually) when we scrambled to find accommodations, and the tire issues of the subsequent three days, it was time for nothing but riding. We were due.
It was a good day. Clear skies, a tailwind or mild crosswind, little vehicle traffic or wide-enough shoulders… and consistent reminders of how pleasant it is to ride with a good friend.
It was not, however, the most exciting ride I’ve ever been on:
Tomorrow: My home town.
Rideworthy 