So my buddy Jack has been harassing me about riding. And he arranged a get-together for us this Saturday. I almost didn't go. My body was aching Friday and my bike still hasn't been repaired from my spill back in APRIL! (Yes, I'm an idiot.) And the brakes are feeling spongy some.
So of course, I said I would go!
I got up around 730, moaned and laid in bed for at least 30 minutes. But I finally threw myself into the shower and headed to Dunkin Donuts for a quick breakfast.
I met up Jack & Deb, Bob & Dixie and some new folks (Dee & Cindy) around nine. The morning was pretty chilly and I had zipped off the sleeves to my armored jacket. I put my sweatshirt on at the meeting place and figured that would be good enough.
We rode down south on Post Road and then to Franklin Road which leads to (strangely enough) Franklin, Indiana. Then on to Nineveh Road to Nineveh to Dan & Jo Lee's home at Prince's Lakes. Too many lame roads though. Long roads in residential areas with far too many stop signs. I prefer the really hick roads with lousy pavement and nearly NO red octagons.
And I was wrong about my sweatshirt being warm enough. By the time we stopped about halfway for the old folks to stretch a bit, I was shivering.
But anyway... we got to Prince's Lakes and let the old folks catch their breath in Dan & Jo's lovely home. I love houses like that. Homey and in the quiet, relative middle of nowhere. Leaving, I put in my windbreaker / rain liner on my jacket for warmth. Just what the doctor ordered.
Dan knows the area very well, and he led us around the same lake I rode around back in 2006, detailed in
THIS post. Heading SW after the lake, we quickly hit some great twisties. We rode down to Story, Indiana and ate at the
"Famous" Story Inn. We elected to eat on the patio and I paid $7 for a Brat w/ Kraut, chips, slaw & soda. Not bad, actually (though the lack of spicy mustard should be a crime!).
Unfortunately, I started zoning out on the way home. But I held on and made it safe and sound.
Did about 150 miles, lots of it in twisties where even 35MPH was pushing it. A lot shorter than I would have liked, but considering how tired I got I suppose I should be glad we didn't go farther.
We're expecting to do it again soon. Looking forward to it. Too bad no one took any pictures. We need to make one of the females be our shutterbug.
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