Blast From The Past

I awoke early this morning to rumbles of thunder spelling impending doom for my morning ride with my friend Jason. I continued getting ready to go and mounting my fenders on the bike. My drive to Jason's house south of Danville was a downpour of rain nearly the entire way. Just a few minutes before reaching his house I began to spot some breaks in the clouds. He took a few minutes to show me his beautiful 1845 farmhouse that he is restoring. Once we got our bikes ready to go the rain was mostly past. We left his house with just a few sprinkles of rain coming down. That would end up being the only precipiation we would see all morning. We rode west and north from his house to two covered bridges on Big Walnut Creek; Rolling Stone Bridge and Pine Bluff Bridge (both built in 1915). The ride was terrific, and the weather was beautiful. We had lots of rolling hills, and some nice miles of gravel roads. The bridges were a great destination, and they provided an interesting and picturesque stopping point. We both rode our vintage Trek road bikes. Jason recently finished a restoration on a mid-80's Trek tourer. It's gorgeous and it's a great riding bike. I love the aesthetics and the way he's put it together. The riding reminded me very much of my rides that I used to take as a teenager around the rural roads of Huntington County. Old starting point, old destinations, old bikes, and old memories. A great, great day in the saddle.