19 of us drove in Memorial Day traffic for this ride.
	This was also a good beach day.
	Aw, Trail Boss, do we have to leave?
	Okay, we'll take a few pictures before we go.
	This may look like a day at the beach, but it really is a bike ride.
	This is why we didn't want to get back on the bikes.
	The inevitable flat tire happens. (No, I'm not taking cash for fixing a flat).
	A spontaneous tire-fixing workshop.
	Ron, a fine mechanic himself, admires the speed and skill with which George replaces the tube.
	We're almost back on the road again (now I'm hearing Willie Nelson).
	Helpful signs were posted everywhere.
	This is our lunch spot as it looked in 1909.