Steve (one of the 60+ members) reporting on another perfect riding day.  The roads were smooth and the wind was behind us.  Our average for the day was all the way up to 13.5 mph.  This was the shortest of our rides, only 33.333 miles.  No crashes, and only one old guy fell over -no bruises.  (The name has been withheld for purposes of confidentiality.)

Today we added a rider, so there were 7 of us peddling.  Pastor Tim Christman joined the team for the day.  The traffic was minimal, and the car drivers seemed relaxed and patient (although Rick was lectured by a cranky old man for parking in the wrong place).  We did encounter a few huge dogs.  They had those really deep barks, but they were too lazy to give chase.  Maybe they just knew we would lose them in the dust -I doubt that they could do 13.5 mph).

Our august leaders, Rick and John didn't get us lost even once.  They did, however, attempt to get a photo shoot opportunity when they requested us to line up 7 abreast across the road when a few motorists arrived.  Don't think you'll see those pics.

We ended our ride at Waldheim camp meeting.  Amazing and beautiful tabernacle.  From there we loaded the bikes and traveled back to Pastor Rick's pad for a cookout.  (Wonder if Ralph will treat his team to chicken and burgers...)  Golly, all the calories we burned on the trip were back in place by 4 pm.  Then we studied maps for about six hours.  I think we'll find Sinking Spring tomorrow.  Maybe.  I hope.