On Thursday two weeks ago, I decided to see if I could still ride a bike. It had been about six months since I couldn't because of a pinched nerve. After lunch, I rode up into N Georgia mountains to see if me and the bike were OK. It was so much fun I went Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Would have gone Monday but rain was forecast and I had to work anyway.
Then last Saturday I rode from Roswell, Ga (Atlanta) to Brevard, NC and back. 340 miles. The riding is great. NO traffic. Gas is stupid cheap. The trees are just beginning to leaf out and you can still see all the views thru the trees. The weather is bright and clear, in the 60's and low 70's, perfect for riding. I did get stopped by a gorgeous blond girl cop going into Highlands who only wanted to know where I was going. Told her Brevard and she said, "That's OK, just go straight thru town and DO NOT STOP." Yes, ma'am and I was on my way. On the other side of town was another cop presumably telling the southbounders the same thing. Guess they don't want tourists bringing them the plague.
Some will remember this time as "the virus" or whatever. I'll remember it as THE PERFECT RIDING TIME. Holy crap it's wonderful.