Glorious morning, feeling more like September in Nashville than August! 75°F upon leaving Smyrna @ ~9:50 a.m., and little to no humidity! This is odd. Above: Ed and Dan converse al fresca at Eighth and Roast.
Ross welcomes all, and explains the lack of a route, and the non-lack of ride rules.
Ed is The Man.
These ladies are also The Mans.
"Git yer helmets on, effers!"
Bomber art on a modern Vespa.
The coots pull into a spot across from the Percy Warner Golf Course, to receive n00b instructions from Rossifer.
Ancient Mayan architecture. Left by aliens. From space.
I like stone walls.
Wanda, with Nashville down in the hole behind her. Luke Lea Overlook, in Percy Warner Park.