Yesterday (Saturday), the weather forecast called for a cold front, scattered showers, and a north wind. Ol' Fuj and I still wanted to ride, but we reasoned that we should do an urban ride so that we could duck in somewhere if we got into a cool rain, and we figured that the outbound leg should be to the north. Slick and I are still getting accustomed to our respective idiosyncrasies, and he hasn't seen rain yet. Therefore, Fuj and I would do the ride.
We started out to the north with no particular destination in mind. There was a north wind that would make an America's Cup skipper proud. We struggled northward and decided to make a stop at the bike shop where we got Slick. We informed the proprietor/wrench that the 28t chain ring was working well and that there were no issues with it, perchance one of his customers might want to go that route at some point in time.
Given that downtown Rogers, AR was close by, we headed in that direction and happened upon a car show spread up and down the brick streets.
There were vehicles of many vintages from old to very recent. I shot the one's that might take some of back to our respective childhoods. To wit:
A nice '55 Chevy
We had one of these when I was a kid.
What appears to be a '65 Mustang
A '68 Chevelle SS/396
A friend of mine had one of these with a 4-speed manual when we were in college. He had fiddled with the engine, and it had explosive power. We were on the way back to college in his car after a weekend at home and were moving along at a right handsome clip, when we encountered an acquaintance of my friend ahead of us. My buddy, dropped down a gear, hit the gas, my head snapped back, and we made quick work of the acquaintance.
A nice '57 T-bird.
For whatever reason, this one did not have the porthole windows. Seems like the car Suzanne Sommers was driving had the porthole windows.
And I think this was what DnvrFox drove when he was a kid.
A 1911 T-Model
After loitering in the area for while, we remembered that the Daisy Museum was but a couple of blocks away. When I was coming up, just about every boy I knew had one form or another of a Daisy BB ***, and I was no different.
Here is a shot of the museum.
For a connoisseur of BB guns, this place is a candy store. They have specimens of just about everything they ever made, and they still produce the (in)famous Red Rider Carbine of movie fame.
After wandering around, we decided to head out and ride a little more before we turned around the milk the tailwind home. Then, something caught my eye. I grabbed a nearby genuine Red Rider Carbine, planted myself in a pose, and asked a total stranger to shoot me. She was somewhat taken aback and summoned her husband to execute the photographic duties. The shot came out a little dark, but my older brother, who knows about such things, somehow brightened up the photo.
So, here we are. You'll shoot your eye out.
I didn't notice "the lamp" until I was about ready to leave and thought I must have a shot.
Fuj and I logged 41 miles and lots of smiles. For once, the wind did not die or change directions. We had a great tailwind for the return leg and were able to cruise in the low to mid 20s, generally unheard of for us.