Bright skies and dingy gray shoulders....

Needing to obtain a last minute gift, I hopped in our trusty Civic mallward bound. And then hit an insult of traffic! I returned home and grabbed my Trek 800. Much better! The 2.6 mile route passes across old state roads now crowded with poorly planned commericialism, alongside a dog food factory, and over train tracks and small hills. Aside from a tractor-trailer's stinking blast of exhaust and dust, and an intense squeeze of traffic underneath route 15, my ride was relatively uncomplicated. After locking up to a guard rail, I then walked past smoking teens into the mall with my bike helmet proudly under arm!