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Sunday Trip To Bishop Hill

Tim and Chris resting and talking about their visit to a quilt shop. Who knows, maybe we'll soon see a quilted Harley seat.

Dave, Olie Olson, taking a much needed respite from the many and varied shops that litter Bishop Hill.

Olie Olson posing suggestively at a Bishop Hill shop.


Strange and erotic windvane with a farmer seemingly beating his pork.


The North Henderson Mild Ones strolling the shops at Bishop Hill.

"You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think."
Dorothy Parker


Even those of us in BFE have a craving for culture. On Saturday the North Henderson Mild Ones saddled up and biked to Bishop Hill. We checked out the pottery and quilt shops and soaked up some history at the chapel. This is photographic verification that beer is not the only thing we bike to.

Chris and CG joined us and it was great having them there. The wind was brutal but any day riding is fun.

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