The south talked smack which I gleefully reported as the blog stirred the pot. Passions were aroused and one year, the northern hoards descended on the south with a chip on their shoulders and fire in their bellies for a summer solstice ride. After laying waste to the south, the northerners retreated but a year later the south had rebuilt, reloaded, became uppity so the Yankees visited again and again, beat the southerners like a drum. The cycle repeated itself, over and over, year after year and tonight, I returned to Canal to check out the action and determine if a another thumping should be administered.
C (Todd Lee) Route: https://ridewithgps.com/routes/14395312