. . . back in August. It’s 55 degrees. When I woke up at 6:30 this morning it was 42 degrees. 10 degrees above freezing. Are you kidding me? It’s almost too cool to go riding.

But, I’m up against the clock. Don’t want to get caught out after sunset again. Weather Nerds lied about sunshine, but, that’s ok. Without the sun beating down on me that’ll be nice. (I think.)

Found places to stay in both Springfield and in Richmond. Waiting to see how I feel on Sunday morning before making a reservation for Sunday night. If I think I can do the entire trip back in one shot — Richmond to Columbus — I might go for it. (And then take two days to recover. Remember, I am an old man.)

Place I’m staying in Springfield is called Harmony Hotel. The owner — and it seems the only employee — is a lady named Carol. Poor thing seems to work 24/7/365.

She’s a true “small business person.” When I called her last night to see if any last minute openings had cropped up I was driving. I had no way to give her a credit card to reserve the room. She said not to worry about it. I told her I’d called her this morning with the number. Finally got around to it a few minutes ago. She said she’d hold the room, no worries. She was outside and didn’t feel like going inside to fetch a piece of paper. I have another story to tell you about the room, but, with websites like this:


I’m not about to tell the story in a public forum. You’ll have to ask me about it.

All right, Ray, get your ass on the road. Time’s a wastin’