Never have I seen more perfect weather for a motorcycle ride.
The clouds were breath-taking.
Missouri's rolling countryside was as verdant as though it were June, rather than August.
We took the long way home, and twice our blacktop turned to gravel. We turned around both times; a Honda Gold Wing doesn't do well on gravel.
Heading toward home, I began to wonder if we were going to get wet, but soon the sky became clear again.
Near Jamesport, home of an Amish settlement, we met this buggy filled with teenagers out for a Sunday afternoon ride. The driver of the rig, seeing I was taking his picture, put an imaginary camera to his face and clicked. Hey, I don't mind having my picture taken, even with an imaginary camera.