The day started out with a gorgeous sunrise.
Conflict Kitchen before the Flock ride. I like Middle Eastern food. This month's country is Afghanistan. I got the Qorma-e Lubia. Nice and spicy. I could only eat half, so the rest rode around in the back basket, to be saved as a second meal.
As we descended Pocusset, the city's new no-motor-vehicles road, we were travelling at 24-26 MPH. Whee! Then someone wiped out and slid on her face. She said she was OK at first, Paul asked for paper to stanch the bleeding... I'm glad I had a roll of TP with me for emergencies. Some point later she said she was woozy and Marcel took her to a urgent care center. I hope she's OK.
|The boom box trailer|
|Terry and Mikhail|
|Photo by JoyceW. I appear to be enjoying myself.|
|I'm ready to go! Photo by JoyceW|
Later when we arrived at Market Square, we filtered into Wingharts and Terry, Paul, JoanneP and RayP chatted while I enjoyed a whiskey. I realised I'd been there for some time and had to leave before my curfew*.
|Whiskeys! Look at them all!|
A wonderful time, 21 miles for the day. Bonus: I high-fived a complete stranger as we passed though downtown.
* curfew instituted by the dogs' stomachs.