Perfect day to ride. Absolutely perfect. Cool temps in upper 60s and sunny. The terrain is transitioning from the Appalachian mountains into the flatlands. A very subtle transition at first. The climbs became shorter, just as steep but shorter. Instead of spending an hour going up it was more like 20 minutes. Then occasionally instead of nothing but trees an open field would happen alongside the roads. The longer the day went the more fields and less trees. The hills became shorter, and somehow even steeper. There was no wind and only cute white fluffy clouds that would add character to the crystal clear blue skies.
We set out to do 70 miles so we could get to the civilized town of Berea. I was in desperate need of a shower and laundry, particularly the laundry. While the other two wanted to get to a bike shop. To bad there is no bike shop in Berea which boggles my mind since its a college town on the Transam.
The riding was easy and lazy the only thing slowing us down was Alex's fear of dogs. Since it is Kentucky and they don't have things like leash laws here the dogs are extra annoying. Until the end of the day I had only one dog that I was actually worried about. All of the others just wanted to play or protect their territories and left me alone once I was outside their range. Of course with Alex's phobia the littlest yippy dog or the cuddliest lab was still a terrifying monster. So I was acting as a buffer/screen for most of the dogs.
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