The last weekend in June found us in another small town for a bike ride. First picture is nice and fresh, just starting out --- second one? Well, its a bit warmer out and he hit the cold shower completely dressed to try and cool off. This time Mister was riding alone and the ride started earlier -- thus, fnished earlier and we were able to hit the town for a little while. Stopped in at this great little restaurant/pub for lunch and they asked if he had partaken of the pickle juice that was along the way. He said yes, and they replied that they had supplied all of it for the riders. People started talking and wondered what a pickle martini would be like and the next thing we knew one of the owners was up mixing it and passing it around -- tasted like pickle juice, lol. They decided to call it a pickletini -- small town fun at its best. The chicken salad sandwich there was oh so good -- or were we just REALLY hungry?
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