"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…"
Could Dickens have had the weather in Maine in mind when he wrote those lines?
Yesterday was lovely; today was hell. Cold NE wind and a few cold drizzles to season the atmosphere which hung like a pall over the normal ride route. I was cold even with my new Pearl Izumi insulated jacket. Even stuffed my jersey with toilet paper from a rest stop. Did 34.3 miles (my wife wanted to clean and wanted me out of the house). The game sanctuary I passed yesterday had no visible game (they had more sense and stayed in).
Oh, and it is not a game preserve but a game sanctuary, if that matters.
Last edited by Sculptor7; 05-17-14 at 12:42 PM.