Beauty day. +9 degrees Celsius (that's 48.2 in Farenheit Yanks).
Sometimes it works . . .
. . . sometimes it don't.
The wind can be a bugger sometimes.
Crossing the Carp escarpment we rode by this.
Don't know if someone found them or forgot them.
Curvy Butt was getting the hunger pangs on the way home and broke down and ate two whopper peanut butter cups. Result - it upset his belly. Suited me fine cause it slowed him down so I could sit on his wheel.
Only saw four or five other riders out Saturday. Two roadies actually acknowledged us, one even waved. I place not being accepted by the roadie masses squarely on Curvy Butt's bodacious shoulders for wearing grey socks . . . everyone know that roadies don't wear grey socks when they ride. Pfffttt.