Riding local, riding abroad. Doesn't matter. "One less car" bike commuting and "Bikes Belong" advocacy, plus "I ride solo" bicycle travel. Racing is fun, but there are so many equally great reasons to ride.
When I rolled into Teutopolis I saw a big Catholic Church, and I think there's a monastery near here. (The meat market was advertising some upcoming events on its electronic sign board as I rode by.
Day 18 camping on Memorial Day. Much calmer than Whitewater as all the big RVs have packed up and gone. The campfire rings were still smoking. People just don't understand that fires need to be dead out. One rider threw some paper in the fireplace and turned his back to continue setting up camp. It flared up, way too close to his inflatable mattress for my taste. Douse it people!
