Ouch!

That's what my stomach said yesterday. I definitely had enough to eat. I rode from home to my Grandparents house in Reedsburg, taking the loooong way. I was in Lime Ridge and decided to see where Hwy G ended up as I had never been that way. Well, it ends up at HWY 58 apparently. I hadn't ever been on Hwy 58 before. My feet were cold and the turkey was going to be on the table soon. Where the heck am I, I remember thinking. Well, soon enough I roll into Ironton. Huh. Where the heck am I ran through my head again. So I eventually hit LaValle and then I knew where I was and in a great turn of events I had the wind on my back. I was really moving down Hwy 33 to The Burg. I arrived and got changed about 5 minutes before it was time to eat! Perfect. 2 huge plates of food and 3 pieces of pie later (pumpkin, pecan and apple) my food baby was screaming and kicking for me to nap. I was wiped out and rode the couch watching football and chatting the rest of the afternoon away. Great day for sure!
On another note, big things are happening with my '65 Mustang Fastback. More on that later. It's gonna' be sweet! These guys do amazing work.