Kfergos, thanks so much for the tip. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by kfergos
Well, I took Frank out for a proper dirt road thrashing. As I was peddling along on the hot, dusty farm road, I saw several farm trucks lined up alongside the road. As I got closer I could see several men gathered around a speaker and they were listening intently. As I neared the group it appeared that they were having a meeting with the county extension office and one by one they begin to turn their heads and watch me. I think there must have been 25-30 farmers there. My Brooks saddle squeaked with each pedal stroke and the guest speaker turned to watch me with this incredulous look on his face and paused. :o Reminded me of the opening scene in Oh Brother Where Art Thou--the one where the squeaky railcar is driven by the blind man.
