The weather was incredibly freakin' beautiful, and not that cold either. I rode up to Honeybrook on route 82, which curves through a lot of rolling hills and horse farms.

By the time I got to Cycle Max, my hands were pretty numb, and I forgot to take pictures. Imagine a couple of hundred bikes in the parking lot, a lot of racing leathers and Aerostich suits, and plentiful coffee urns and boxes of doughnuts.