Broken spokes defeat me.
But I was able to re-center my front fender. I thank God for minor victories.
Jan and I were able to get out last weekend for a couple of trips. We don’t push the speed too much, but then we don’t drag our feet on the downhill either. We met Chris on Lecompte Road on the way out to Strafford and Tracy and Mike on the way home. It started to feel like Old Home Week. I did not bring the camera, but Tracy commemorated the event here.
Our second trip was to Rogersville, Sunday afternoon. The winds had finally lessened their intensity and we enjoyed the blue skies.
We went east on County Line Road and turned south on Finbrooke to county road U. The county roads designated by letter usually have more traffic than the numbered ‘Farm Roads’, but this afternoon found both types of lanes mostly vehicle free.
Bare trees give interesting views.
We passed Elm Grove Methodist Church on county road U. One can turn north here, but we went on to Hwy VV.
After a rest stop at Rogersville, the return to the car was pretty uneventful. This was a relief since the last time we were on FR186, a driver tried to pass us on a hill. Some folks arn’t too bright.
Riding with Jan is one of the most enjoyable events in my life and I consider myself blessed to have her on the road beside me.
On the home front, our yard is leaving behind all evidence of Winter.
And to end on a high note, our grandchildren and daughter in law are in town for the week. Their visits have been a delight.