Last Sunday we wanted to ride with my son and a couple of his friends. The day was turning out to be a perfect riding day with temps in the 70's. Nate had some chores and things to take care of around the home, so we decided to ride the 30 miles to his house and maybe get him moving and ready to ride. We finally left his house around 3pm and decided to ride to Jimi's house.
We had a nice easy evening ride up to Conway. We had dinner there and heard a rock-a-billy band singing for that evening. The crowd seemed to enjoy the music. I endured it. They were starting kareoke later. Luckily we left before that began. I have never understood the fascination with listening to people sing badly who don't realize how bad they are. Maybe that's why I have never watched American Idol. Anyway, we did all have good pub food and beverages. We decided to ride east and follow our favorite Highway 9 south as each of us would drop off the group and head home. Dave and I live the furthest south so we had the farthest to go back, but it was nice to be riding in the evening. We got home just before dark.