I find myself occasionally conflicted with the pleasure of riding. The mountains which i love are often congested with traffic, making them not nearly enjoyable as they could be. What's worse, i always fool myself into thinking that because it's the "country", it shouldn't be. It always leaves me disappointed, especially having rode an hour and a half to get there. That being said, the nearby farmlands have provided wonderfully quiet, if flat, roads to take. With soft melodies humming from my blue-tooth and the buzz of my wheels, i sometimes find myself almost being lulled to sleep! Once more, i've convinced myself wrongly to believe that the lack of population would mean poor roads, but perhaps it is the absence of traffic that leaves these roads to be in wonderful, though narrow, condition.

The weather here in New York has been spotty at best, but i'm certain that the coming days of shine will be filled with glee as i can finally get back to adventuring to my hearts content! <3