I’ve been drinking rooster tails behind the peloton for so long that I pretty much forgot how glorious it is to ride on a warm sunny evening. I got so excited I rode to Landmark. I had planned to ride to New Bothwell. But I was so absorbed in my thoughts I didn’t realize I’d turned the wrong corner until I arrived at the hamlet of Roland and saw the ‘ol Neufeld Garage. At that point I thought, what the hell, let’s ride to the longitudinal centre of Canada for some good karma. Since I rode the 206 there and back, and lived to tell the tale, that must indeed be just what I got.