Fluffy white clouds, blue skies, cornfields full of two and a half meter stalks bound for the local ethanol plant, vineyards of grapes destined for the local wineries. I'm sharing the road with Mennonite farmers in horsedrawn buggies. No Tour de France speeds here.. just enjoying being in great shape, spending the hours riding the back roads and then heading back to our lake house to watch the Olympics and drink wine from those same vineyards.
Yesterday's ride was from home south, riding west, south, west, south, east, south down to Ithaca and then north, west, north, west and north on mostly farm roads to the Swedish Hill winery where Sam, Pam and Kai had just finished the taking the tour and buying bottles of their Doobie's Jack Ass Red (named for the local donkey) while I opted for a much nicer 2006 Meritage. No world records.. 110 km in four and a half hours. Sometimes you just have to ride for fun so that cycling doesn't feel like work.
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