Nice sunny day for a fall Chain of Lakes ride. Here's the summary because @NWICY expects it!
Mile 7: Fabulous classic GTO (the car not the possessed poster from Texas). Stopped counting after that because there were just too many classics cars and pickups cruising the lake to note them all.
Mile 8: At stop sigh I anticipated no stop guys attempt at hitting me and avoided death.
Mile 11: Female athletic calf’s award. Shapely muscles.
Mile 12: Gal standing beside her bike hiking her shorts up and over her left cheek to show her BF something. Not a butt guy but damn. Kinda the ride highlight.
Mile 13: Old white haired tan dude with board shorts, cruiser bike with wicker basket on the front, Hawaiian shirt, and bandanna. Basically the full oceanside boardwalk look.
Mile 18. Came within a mile of Pants place. Sensed no evil Demon Child presence.
Mile 19: Disc brake check! Rapid stop to avoid two nitwits who merged on to the path from different directions. I assume hippy gal was stoned and believe the guy was just practicing enhanced unawareness of his surroundings. BTW, they are damn fine brakes.
Mile 20: Two guys with tropical birds on their shoulders. Three white cuckatoos and a yuge blue macaw. Just not something you see everyday.
Mile 7: Fabulous classic GTO (the car not the possessed poster from Texas). Stopped counting after that because there were just too many classics cars and pickups cruising the lake to note them all.
Mile 8: At stop sigh I anticipated no stop guys attempt at hitting me and avoided death.
Mile 11: Female athletic calf’s award. Shapely muscles.
Mile 12: Gal standing beside her bike hiking her shorts up and over her left cheek to show her BF something. Not a butt guy but damn. Kinda the ride highlight.
Mile 13: Old white haired tan dude with board shorts, cruiser bike with wicker basket on the front, Hawaiian shirt, and bandanna. Basically the full oceanside boardwalk look.
Mile 18. Came within a mile of Pants place. Sensed no evil Demon Child presence.
Mile 19: Disc brake check! Rapid stop to avoid two nitwits who merged on to the path from different directions. I assume hippy gal was stoned and believe the guy was just practicing enhanced unawareness of his surroundings. BTW, they are damn fine brakes.
Mile 20: Two guys with tropical birds on their shoulders. Three white cuckatoos and a yuge blue macaw. Just not something you see everyday.