Wallingford Yard Sale Tour
If there is a better way to spend a Spring Saturday morning than on a bike bopping between garage sales, I don't know what it is. What makes it so wonderful? Is it finding bizarre and beautiful oddments, like the 1950's-era cellulite reducing "Home Pony" we bought years ago for just $10? Is it chatting with the hosts about the bits of their life they've decided to pass on? Or is it coasting down cherry-blossomed streets between the sales, eager with…