Originally Posted by phughes

As I was riding from Indiana Dunes National Park, headed back to Pittsburgh, I had just endured a couple of really bad days with the wind in my face. The prior day I only made it 35 miles in six hours. It was brutal. The day after the brutal day, I was riding along around 19 MPH really enjoying my new found speed. IT was a beautiful day in Northern Indiana. Suddenly I glanced in my mirror and saw a bike drafting me. It was being ridden by a young Amish man. He rode up next to me and we rode side by side talking. He asked where I was going, and I told hm I was riding back to Pittsburgh. He said, "Wow, I love riding my bike, maybe I should go along with you." I told him to come on. He laughed. We talked a bit more. He was coming home from work. He obviously started early, since it was around 12:30PM. We hit his turnoff and we said goodbye as he went on his way. Really nice encounter, and he could ride. He was riding an old style single speed bike.