... I was hittin' almost fifty coming around this bend
I have to admit, I slid my dirtbike side ways, off the road on the other side.
No damage, no one coming, nobody hurt. I had just finished a five-mile-long stretch of
fast and curvy dirt roads, across endless hills and valleys. It was a delightful ride,
and the exuberance got the best of me.
But the sign did perform its function, and I rode through the village at a respectable
twenty miles an hour.
At eighty -- that's years old, not miles per hour -- I still enjoy seeking out old
byways of New Hampshire.