Sometimes I'm dumb

Did most of the house work Friday after work. It was raining and I wanted to get out on the bike Saturday first thing. Headednorth on route 13 with the intentions of going to Lake Sunapee region of New Hampshire. A couple back roads later and I'm in Boscawan NH. Well, I'm this close, let's see what's going on at the track. A lot emptier than I remember bike week being. (Haven't been in quite a few years.) Didn't see anything of interest so I stopped o we to the New England Racing Museum. I've been a couple times but it's always to cool to see.
After there my thought was well, maybe traffic won't be so bad at the Wiers so off I go. Yeah, you guessed it. I'm an idiot. Now I remember why I don't go on Saturdays.
I just relaxed, listened to the radio, laughed at all the foolishness, and just made my way out of there. Had a little conversation with a twenty-something that did a wheelie behind me and landed about a foot away from my saddle back. I don't think he'll do that again.
Best part of the day was I stopped in and saw DanL and Carol on my way back. I figured I'd stop just to say hi. 2 hours later and I figured I'd over stayed my welcome. Then meandered back home. A 12 hour day, a couple hundred miles. It feels good to be out in the wind again.