Today the weather gods took a bit of a break and gave us sunshine and clouds and no rain! Today I took, for me, a well known run: Brattleboro to Bennington on Vermont Route 9. Bikers know it well. Lovely curves, elevation changes, views and watering holes. Earlier this year the State re-paved a fifteen mile section and it is pristine. I would call this Viagra for the soul. A gorgeous road that, for the most part, stays above 2,000 feet in elevation so that it always is cooler. I took it easy as I have been ticketed for speeding here (awfully easy, that) and the summer tourists are in full swing. They don't know where they're going, they're following Google Maps on their phones and they are all running low on blinker fluid.
My time will come when summer is officially over, schools are running and Fall hasn't happened, yet. The roads will be empty and I will be screaming down them with a large grin. Then Fall occurs and the State's population triples while hordes and masses come to see the leaves change once more before they die.
I was also mildly accosted by a large biker pack and picked apart for information while everyone milled around and checked the M3W out. The ladies are an interesting lot. They normally sit behind a large hairy object driving the bike and they looked at the passenger seat with just a bit of lust and envy. It was like a collective sigh... "I could so do that!"
What's your mileage? Who cares. Is it practical? See #1. What happens when it rains? You get wet.