The day reached the 70's, only saw about half the bridges, really tired, have clomped around in the Harley boots for hours, snacked on too many sugary treats. We lost one bike about noon, prior committment, picked up another new couple, she was perfumed, manicured, coiffed, my sister riders and I were dusty, helmet-headed, wrinkled, weary.
This is the longest bridge in the country, I checked, we also stopped at the dedication ceremony for the smallest bridge in Geneva, we missed the speeches (yeah) but did get cake (yeah).
We headed home on the freeway, tired, hot, sore, had enough of the scenic secondary and backroads, got home just before 4pm. We must have ordered a pizza, I know for sure that I didn't cook.
I really enjoyed the whole experience and the company, but I learned that when riding, I prefer a single destination with a long ride to and from, maybe 2. I wouldn't want to be constantly riding, stopping and going again, that really beats me ups. I'll do the Bridge Run again, but not for a few years.
Thanks for reading, Brenda.
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