So yesterday (April 1) Jerry and me decide to throw the bikes on the car and get outta the burbs so we can do a long one in the country. Head up to Sherman, hang a right, park at the little town of Bells, TX.

Jerry always has to stop and take a leak. Cuz he's old.
At least, that's what Phillip said, but Phillip wasn't on this ride because his bike gets flats on gravel roads.

No traffic, Spring day, tailwind. Happy bikers.

This is Jerry being happy.