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A Good Day's Ride


The brain trust figuring out our route. Notice I am no where to be seen.

Disembarking at The Gallery for lunch.

Pick pretending he is young enough to handle one of these sport bike thingies.


End of the ride and saying goodbye.

About three years ago Stewart and I rode up north to meet Pick Foster in Fulton before heading off to areas in Iowa and Wisconsin for a nice day-long bike ride. We wanted to ride with him again so Stewart set this up for today. We were joined by Pick's son Ben and we met in Princeton. From there down to East Peoria along some scenic back roads and back up on the other side through Chillicothe. I couldn't retrace that route if my life depended on it, but thankfully others took the lead. It was a good ride and when the sun was out warm and comfortable, but when it hid behind the clouds most of the afternoon it got cold.

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