The one time I rode in Maine was 13 years ago. The third week in June, rainy drizzle with temps in the middle 40s. My 11 year old son and I froze our tails off. I had been looking forward to looking at the beautiful Maine countryside, but instead, we spent the night at a hotel, and next morning, got the Hades out of there and headed south as fast as we could go! Brrrrrr. It takes a different kind of animal to own a bike in Maine!
