Back at the beginning of my journey, I had stopped in Cazenovia, NY to change gloves. On my way back through, I decided to stop on the main drag and catch a few pictures. Cazenovia is another little town that has quite a bit of history and charm:
The locals on the way home appeared friendly too:
… though there were signs warning about people with funny looking shovels up ahead:
I didn’t see any funny looking shovels, but I did see some old farm equipment:
… along with some new farm equipment:
One last down-hill run and then the next up hill road would take me to my house:
After getting home, I realized that I hadn’t really ridden all that far:
And apparently, I hadn’t been gone long enough to warrant a happy greeting upon my return:
“Oh… it’s you.”
The next time I ride any real distance, it will probably be on this:
But that’s okay.