I was kicking myself for not riding yesterday when we hit 82 degrees. Deb wanted to take a Miata trip, so we met up with some friends and headed to Martinsville the long way round. Never a bad thing when the girl wants to spend some time enjoying the Miata with you (although, she tends to enjoy it a bit slower than I do when left to my own devices.) That took a good chunk of the day, so had other things to do when I got home. The bad part was they were predicting a lot of rain today and I was reasonably certain I wouldn't be able to ride. There did seem to be a lot of clouds this morning, but they did not appear to be the threatening kind, so after church and making breakfast for kith and kin, I suited up, grabbed the Trumpet and headed west, northwest of Avon. Debated taking rain gear, but figured it would be okay not to grab it. Suited up in my $20.00 flea-market special leather jacket and enjoyed the ride. I was in no hurry today. Something about the day just said, "Take it easy. Save the hard throttle action for another day." I listened to that little whisper and just let the bike burble along. As Simon and Garfunkel said, "Slow down, you move too fast. Got to make the morning last...looking for fun and feeling groovy." Headed out toward Danville, went north on 39 and turned left to North Salem on 236. Stopped for fuel in North Salem and went north on 75 toward Jamestown. Saw this farm on the west side of the road. My dad would have loved it. He always appreciated a farm that appeared well-taken care of and this one brought him to mind. I always miss him, but his memory never fails to bring a smile. He was the real deal and I was a lucky kid. This old barn was across the street and wasn't nearly as well maintained. Was riding into Jamestown--and I've been here many times over the years-- when I spotted a road I had never taken. That's always fun, so to the right I turned. It turned into a lonely country road very quickly and I enjoyed the ride. Not a lot to see, but it was a bit curvey and I hadn't been there--good enough. The road eventually headed east and north back to 136 east of Jamestown. I headed back home having enjoyed my 90-minute ride immensely. Hope you all had the same good fortune to have a weather forecast that got it wrong. Have a peaceful, low-key day.