It’s a nice summer day, but I’m cooped up inside because it’s raining cats and dogs (That’s what makes it nice — we’re still in a severe drought in Texas). So what better thing to do than dream about where I might ride my bike someday?
A blog called “Travel Supermarket” helped, by listing nine bike rides to take before you die.
Northern Michigan is my most exotic (?) biking venue so far. How about you?