92 miles from Ashtabula to Dunkirk. Another great day for riding with partly sunny skies and more light winds. We broke camp early in order to ride to Conneaut for breakfast where we had some of the best pancakes of the trip. They arrived at the table pre-buttered so we didn't even have to waste time with that arduous process.

Badger continues to do spectacularly, even with her patches of road rash! Lots of vineyards along the route today so we stopped at Shor-Lan's fruit stand for fresh blackberries and learned that the proprietor's son has Crohn's Disease.  Weird coincidence, eh? On our way out, she mentioned something about "Bucky" and some local cop-killings. Laura has spent most of her hour online checking out the story and it turns out he killed a couple state troopers in the town of Fredonia, which borders on Dunkirk. He was last seen in Hamburg which is just up the road from here and we'll ride through there tomorrow.

We're happy to be spending the night in a motel and will be extra cautious tomorrow.