MaxPete texts me and says let's go for a ride and we did. He on Lucille and me on the Red Hammer, which always starts first kick when I am alone, rode a half hour or so through Kent County corn fields to Erie Beach and on to Erieau, a small village on a peninsula sticking out into Lake Erie. A bit mundane in the telling, but really significant to me as it was the first time I had taken my '76 any distance at all and all due to Pete's encouragement. Neither bike missed a beat, for me, nothing fell off and nothing leaked out, so I am really chuffed.
The perch and haddock meals were good, too.
