I stated in a comment earlier that I was having trouble dragging myself out of the house. I was, but finally did, and went on another 18-mile ride.
I took a different route this time. The wind was much lighter than yesterday, but the hills kicked my butt.
There were a lot of dogs running free. Only one of them looked like he would bite, and he chased me for about 100 feet at 20 MPH. He apparently tired of the chase after that.
There were a couple of nice downhill runs, one of which I hit 40 MPH. There were uphill sections that I slogged up at 6 MPH.
As I got back into town, I ran into the one stupid driver of the day. A middle-aged woman in a minivan had to go around me in a 30 MPH zone, as I was coming up to a stop sign at 20 MPH. She realized while going around that she didn’t have room to cut in front of me, so she blew the sign. If she would have waited behind me, it would have made about a 2 second difference.