At least of sorts. Yesterday I headed out for a ride, knowing I could easily reach 4000 miles YTD by the time I got back. I headed east, having to go down to 665 to cross the Scioto River. This took me past a friend's (or a relative-in-law of Faith) and she was mowing her lawn. I stopped  and we chatted a bit before I headed out again. I was ( Read more... )