It's been hot and humid in Lake Wobegon this summer while the Covid-19 pandemic continues to unsettle governments, commercial businesses, and individuals. I continue my daily routine which typically includes a weekly motorcycle ride to explore nearby areas. Rides are more comfortable since Mrs.RD gave me vented summer riding boots for Father's Day. I had not found anything similar on Revzilla that I liked but this is a new model offered by HD that makes summer riding more enjoyable with the wind cooling my feet. I rarely ride east of my home for recreation as the population density increases but I did so one evening a few weeks ago and spotted this round barn in the distance. A couple weekends ago Mrs.RD and I drove out to an Indian dealer during a rainstorm to check out some bikes. They had this vintage Indian on display. Once the thunderstorms blew through that Saturday we went out for a ninety mile loop which included a few miles on Interstate 94 to cool down (it was a bit warm when we left the house) where we stopped at the rest stop near the Mississippi River. The Father of Waters is a short walk to the left of the facilities building and is only about a quarter mile wide at this point. It was still a bit too warm to make the walk down to the water's edge... and living in Minnesota we see rivers and lakes every ten feet we walk. By the end of this ride I was fed up with the stock seat on the Road King. While it was comfortable when new, over the last few thousand miles the foam had compressed and my hips were sinking further and further below my knees. I called my HD dealer on Wednesday and picked up a Hammock seat on Friday. This is a picture of the Hammock seat I demo'd earlier this year. The Hammock seat provides higher seat height (which makes my hips happy) and a softer ride which compensates for the shortcomings of the suspension. The past Saturday was blistering hot & humid which kept everyone indoors but a much cooler Sunday allowed me to begin replacing the boards on my deck before going for a 140 mile ride with the new seat in the early evening. It was windy while working on the deck which I didn't think much of until I was headed west on Elvis into the 25 mph prairie east wind. (Mrs.RD wasn't able to go due to a medical appointment on Thursday which left her debilitated for a few days.) My first destination was to the local home/kingdom of Jesus. I'm not sure he's aware of Annandale, Minnesota, but the sign is strategically placed to warn all of us wicked people from the Cities riding west not to try any of our shenanigans in their holy town. Obviously, there is not a similar sign for eastbound travelers entering from out on the prairie because those folks are righteous Republicans. Having satisfied the New Testament portion of the ride my next destination was the Old Testament Eden... or Eden Valley, Minnesota. I had driven through the blip on MN55 previously but studying the map revealed some potentially interesting riding on 22 north of the blip. And interesting it was. I wore my GoPro on a chesty mount and recorded this portion with a setting sun. I am amazed how difficult it is to control all the details necessary to create good video. At Richmond MN I continued north on 9 to Avon MN, my final destination before turning for home. (My next ride needs to include 50 between Richmond and Avon.) Generally speaking, most roads in western Minnesota are straight as an arrow unless they run into a river or lake. This area is the east end of the Lakes Region which ensures long sweepers and occasional tight bends. If you've never seen this much spotted blue on a map before - there's a lot more to the northwest. The GoPro continued recording as I rode into Avon. One could make a career out of photographing old Lutheran and Catholic churches in Minnesota. This one in Avon dates from 1869. The thought of living here in 1869 is staggering. By this point it was 8 pm. The Sun sets at 9:15 pm and I was 57 miles from home. Regretfully I took the freeway entrance onto I-94 to get home before roadside deer became a danger in the falling dusk. Almost every driver who passed me going 5-10 mph over the 70 mph speed limit was talking on a cell phone. I'm still hopeful to get in one big ride this season but the pandemic has forced me to explore my local area and find the curvy and hilly roads in an otherwise flat and straight landscape.