Rubber to the Road

Mark and Terese, pining for cider. But, alas, it's spring, and there's no cider to be found.

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Beautiful day out today, and Mark and I decided to go get a ride in out in the flatlands of the Parma farm country. As we're getting ready to head out, we get a call from Terese, who is just looking for a reason to "skip school" for the afternoon. So, bike in tow, she plans to meet us along our route and ride with us for a while.

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Now, I don't WANT to say anything about "girl directions" here, but we gave her ONE ROAD, and told her to HEAD NORTH...hours later we finally tracked her down, miles SOUTH of where we had planned to meet her. Even the birds know enough for fly north at this time of year.

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Anyhow, we had a lovely ride, until we got near the lakeshore, when it dropped, oh, 15 degrees down into the low 40's. Only my "minimal" body fat allowed me to survive this deep chill.

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"Not just an ass, but a compass" Lumpy out