Get Your Kicks on Route 46

Brice already fell asleep so I don’t have our stats for the day, but we did about 60 miles at speeds that reached 18 mph, thanks to the beautiful headwind (correction: tailwind) gorgeous weather, and the road that was smooth as butter with the widest, clearest shoulder we’ve seen. (Hardly any roadkill!) Hands down the best day of riding yet.

I also need to revise my declaration of best diner; it’s now the Aromas Cafe in Brooksville, IN, thanks to the superbly thick and fluffy pancakes and its crowd of ol’ timer regulars, with whom we shared a table this morning. The gang of gray-haired gentlemen was led by Frank the bank president, who pooh-poohed our host Paul’s recommendation of the best road to take to get out of town, and instead sent us on an alternate route which was supposedly less hilly but also led us through the town of Oldensburg. Oldensburg calls itself the Village of Spires and its German roots are so strong that the street signs are bilingual. (“Tell Paul his route is no good,” said Frank. Paul, consider yourself told.)

Adorable Franciscan hydrant in Oldensburg:

Oldensburg street sign:

Anyway, not much to say about today other than AWESOME.

Tomorrow: rain.