The road was waiting for us, and given the time of the year, I had big expectations. Even if it was Sunday, this was not going to be a "dominguero" trip.
A cold drip, still elaborated with beans from Proud Mary of Collingwood, was ideal to distribute all the calories going down my throat, including the sweet cinnamon bun above. Which, by the way, tasted even better with the "brand new" (hallmarked Sheffield 1922) cake/pastry forks Lynn got from Arthur a few days earlier in the nation's silver capital; too bad our dear Collin was in Berlin at the time.
Once we hit the road we had the chance to enjoy the view of some beautiful machines, running as smoothly as back in the 40s. The second leg of our tour took us through more interesting landscapes down road 165; nothing better than true rural inspiration, just the best!
After a not too busy and relaxing day, we had the privilege of enjoying the most delicious lemon tart on Earth, of course, with the best meringue on top of it.
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