To Alberton and beyond

(Clem, 87) Possessed by some demon energy, I rode to Alberton, explored every possible frontage road from there, crossed the busy RR track half a dozen times, checked out mask usage in the local grocery store (there is none), then rode back amidst signs of an impending storm this evening. 

Oh, and this happened yesterday, trying to teach my 15-year-old granddaughter to drive. (Yes, she was driving, oversteered and took us down an embankment just around the corner from our house). But no injuries to us or the car, and less than 15 minutes after I called AAA, three wreckers showed up. That is service!