Perfection is fleeting, and it usually evaporates the moment it is perceived. That was not today.
Today we rode in the most idyllic of settings; open rolling farm roads and hi ways with light traffic and a slight tail wind. It went on for miles and was sublime. It was also occasionally interspersed with the incongruous, like airplanes crossing the road right in front of us.
We were just wheeling along, minding our own rhubarb, when all of a sudden this banana yellow airplanes taxis down his driveway, looks both ways, then cuts across the road in front of us to a teeny tiny little asphalt runway. He putt putts down to one end, spins around, guns it and is in the air in substantially less than 100 yards.
We peddled on.
We stopped in Lewisburg for Elevensies… Left over chicken wings from Sarahs (thanks Nathian!)