Well. I get to SR 122, turn left, and hear a new noise emerging from my cassette. (that's bike-speak for the rear gears. The front gears are called the chain ring. Go figure!) I pull into the North Sedalia Farm driveway to examine the situation. Broken axle? That's happened to me on other bikes, which then proceeded to spill their spherical viscera. Not this time -- but the cassette is drifting away from the wheel. Change of plans!
A few minutes later, you'd see me walking my machine up Persimmon Creek Road, marveling at the expansive vistas. Living in the flatlands for 15 years teaches you to appreciate the joy of being able to see for miles and miles around. I did a lot of walking, and rode carefully from time to time as the topology permitted. And got home in a timely way.
5.7 mph avg. speed