I hear that Stone,

Our weekends have been pretty sour for a month. I have to attend a Friday-Saturday meeting 150 miles away and had hopes of riding (mixing work and pleasure). It's not even the rain so much, but the 10 miles of road construction, which turns into a muddy mess. I saw a couple of tavellers come through yesterday and their bikes, cloths, bags, helmets were all the same color of brown.

Holding out for Sunday when partly cloudy and a day off collide. Want to go visit a friend and taking the pickup doesn't excite me in the slightest.

This has been a strange riding season to date.

JH


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