25: a quarter of the way to my goal of 100 rides of summer

( Rain, rain, go away! )

 

 

We pedaled mightily home as the rain started picking up, and pulled in the drive as the neighbors were abandoning their al fresco dinner for the great indoors.  They smiled and waved at us as Sparkle scolded the dogs to get out of our way, or we would hit them, and that would just be too bad, and we wouldn't be sorry, because it would be all their fault.  Since this was nearly verbatim to what our neighbor had said the other night, we all had to laugh.