I exercise fairly regularly. Perhaps still not as often as I should, but regularly enough. That’s all well and good, but today was all about a different kind of exercise. Sure, now that it’s over, my arms feel like I’ve been lifting. Yeah, my right leg kind of aches, and I’m tired from hours in the sun.

But it wasn’t me getting the exercise today. No, today I exercised the car. She needed it. In roughly 7 hours, I followed a Honda and a Triumph (both bikes) along the back roads of northern Idaho and far eastern Washington. The goal? Eat lunch at the Moontime in Coeur D’ Alene, while avoiding as much straight road as we could.

It’s not easy to entirely avoid straight roads, especially in farming country. But we were wildly successful. 220 miles later and back home, I’m tired, I’m already hungry again, and the car is covered in a layer of insect debris. She purred with nary a problem (aside from the suspension decidedly not approving of the road conditions on Hwy 27 between Garfield and Palouse).

I forgot how much fun it is to just get out on the winding roads and give the little roadster a good thrashing.