Kfergos, thanks so much for the tip.
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.Reminded me of the opening scene in Oh Brother Where Art Thou--the one where the squeaky railcar is driven by the blind man.





Reminded me of the opening scene in Oh Brother Where Art Thou--the one where the squeaky railcar is driven by the blind man.
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