Thursday, February 4, 2016

Grumpy Unleashed

Schaefferstown riders from the CT Polar Bears, from left: Mac, Grumpy, Token2, Captain and Princess.
Motorcycle Polar Bear Blog, ride to Franklin House Tavern, Schaefferstown, Penn., January 31, 2016.

Editor's Note: The Chocolate Expo claimed my Sunday for this ride. It was a 12+ hour day but very worthwhile. The Maritime Aquarium where I work put up its best ever, one-day, attendance: 7,937. You can see photos from the day in the Aquarium's blog post. As I catch up the blog on Thursday, February 4, snow is predicted for tonight and tomorrow. But it looks to clear in time and I am really looking forward to getting on the bike. Meanwhile, Token2 shares this accounting of what I missed. (And John, Mennonites drive cars, Amish drive buggies. Coming from Lancaster County, I can't help but offer this single correction.) Chris Loynd.

By John Howard, a.k.a. Token2

An 8am start was set to accommodate the 200+ miles to the destination in Schaefferstown, PA. It was a gray start to the day with temperatures near freezing. As the day  progressed the weather improved considerably, treating us to mostly sunny skies and milder temperatures that hit 60°F on the way home. A far cry from the prior weekend’s snow blanket.

The ride got off to a bit of an odd start. Firstly, Joanna was a no show at the Westchester pick-up point until the exact moment Capt appeared who was riding solo coming off the 287 ramp, which in of itself was unexpected. Gesticulating maniacally suggested we needed to make haste for some reason.  Princess made a quick left turn from the traffic light intersection (oh, the light was green…I must have been mistaken) as I fumbled to get my bike started. As we joined the interstate another four members of the group could be seen ahead. Clearly an egregious break to the recent pick up protocol had been cooked up at the Dunkin Donuts in Stratford. Anyway, the three of us coalesced behind Paul (aka Thumper), Mac, new Ed with Grumpy in the lead. The  usually present Pogy hung out his ‘gone fishin’ sign this week.

Seeing Thumper in the formation suggested rather big ambitions for such a long, mostly interstate ride on a 400cc single. However, he peeled off at Elmsford and it seemed that perhaps second thoughts had emerged. It was later revealed that was Paul’s plan all along, a relatively short run to check out his heated clothing set up. Wise choice Thumper, as you left Grumpy opened up. Grumpy later indicated he had set a moderate pace until Paul’s scheduled exit, lucky lad.

Tank filling and bladder emptying took place just east of the NJ/PA line, at which point Ed revealed his plan for the day, which was to turn around and head back home in time to celebrate his mother or mother-in-law’s 90th birthday (I forget which). Now to some that would seem a pointless use of the morning. But wait, that is the point. It is the ride not the destination that draws us together. So while the majority of us got Bear points for today, Ed got brownie points from his SO, assuming he made it home in time (in the dog house otherwise).

Anyway, returning to Grumpy unleashed, he set a robust, vigorous pace. Mac later suggested that the speed may have reinjured his recently repaired left shoulder rotator cuff  due to the forces exerted when he stuck his arm out to indicate a lane change. For sure if we had the misfortune to come across a Statie the pace would have stretched the officer’s sense of humor.

After several years absence your author had claimed the sweep position. It seems that given the relatively clear roads I ended up lollygagging along at times. Capt made note of it to me at lunch ‘I thought Mac was sweep at times’ which was rather unfair to Mac, but pointedly sharp and correctly so to yours truly. I promised to try harder on the way home; I hope I succeeded as I wish to avoid further punishment and tongue lashing. Which reminds me, I need to check the CTPB rules, somewhere in there I thought Capt was not allowed to dish out abuse, only receive it.

At the fuel stop Grumpy advised me that he would use exit 17 (rather than the customary 13) and approach the destination from the east. Sounded good, which is no doubt why he did a quick turn right and came off at exit 19. That confused everyone, most presuming him lost. So we got back on I78 and exited two miles further on. Capt almost went rogue presuming that Grumpy was lost but in the end made the exit. On the ramp Capt restarted frenzied gesticulations,  apparently he was not in the know on Grumpy’s plan.  As I write this report Capt’s hand and arm signals remind me of the semaphore crab, a critter native to Australia. The analogy is best clarified by the Australian Museum “The word 'semaphore' means a type of signalling apparatus with moving arms or flags, and refers to the males' habit of standing by their burrows and signalling to other crabs by waving their claws up and down. Exactly what they are signalling is unclear.”  Clear now?

Grumpy was disconcertingly contrite about the exit 19 misstep. It is to be hoped that as Grumpy continues his recovery he will knock this touchy feely stuff off and return to the man we know is under there! Anyway, missteps…hey, we have all had ‘em!

The ride along PA419 was delightful. Red barns, stone houses and fields with a thick covering of snow reflecting the sun under a clear blue sky. What could be better? The staff at Franklin House said they received a record 31 inches of snow the prior weekend. It was stacked everywhere.

The Franklin staff did a nice job as usually. Quickly seated, fast service, good food. Deserving of the big tip that was left.

As we were getting seated and attending to our phones up pops a text from Fonz, who it turns out was late for the group start. His tardiness was good news for the group but bad news for Fonz who reported having clutch failure and being stuck roadside on West I78. For the reasons noted above Fonz would have needed nitro fuel to catch us and perhaps the clutch failure is another sequelae of Grumpy unleashed…. that is overreach I hear you say (OK, you are right). Offers of assistance were made but none accepted, hopefully he will relay his misadventure as an addendum to the blog. (I received a text from Fonz at 10.56pm Sunday saying he had made it home.)

We left  Schaefferstown via the normal 501 route and  passed a number of Mennonite buggies on the way to I78. Princess greeted them with a royal wave, I did not see any return the gesture. That being the case Mennonites should be added to the long list of groups that don’t wave to Harley riders. The journey home was uneventful and fast. One stop in NJ for gas and comfort, but no stop at the top. Grumpy had to nap before work and Capt had to work before napping. Alas, that means no Montvale group selfie this week from the Princess….oh, the horror!

See you all next week.

P.S. Chris…please put the inflatable whale away, stop shoveling snow or gorging on chocolate and get on that ST1100. For the first time in ages Harleys outnumbered imports on this ride.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Gourmet Run

Lago CT Polar Bears, from left: Fonz, newbie Ed, Mac, Token2, Captain, Grumpy, Princess, Bob and down front Pogy.
Motorcycle Polar Bear Blog, ride to Lago, North Brunswick Township, NJ, January 17, 2016.

Editor's Note: Well my horrible head cold cleared enough to ride this Sunday, but a whale of a work duty seized first priority. At The Maritime Aquarium we have a life-size, inflatable, walk-in whale exhibit on loan from NOAA.

By: John Howard, a.k.a. Token2

Eight Bears inclusive of a first time cub (Ed, welcome) made the ride south to North Brunswick on a seasonably cold but gray day. The group opined that the return journey seemed colder, though the temperature gauge reported 38°F northbound making a lie of our impressions. That bested the low 30’s on the way south. Pogy who is known (but widely disrespected) for his worldly knowledge put it down to increasing moisture in the air. I believe he checked that by removing his woolly bobble hat for a brief moment in order to gain the benefit of more skin exposure. Fortunately the forecasted snow flurries/showers did not appear until we were all safely back in CT.

Capt. K took the lead with Mac in the rear. It was a joy to ride in staggered but well held formation, at least until the Meadowlands were reached. At that point I made a quick exit into the Lombardi services to attend to an emerging problem from a partially detached windshield spoiler. Being 7th in line I waved to Mac to keep going, which he and they did. After attending to the issue the only way south is to join the eastern spur; I did a check swing into the Edison services to make sure the group were not waiting and continued on to Lago.

Capt reported the good start in the formation was lost as the NJ Turnpike straightened out, demanding less of the riders' attention to detail.

Arriving at Lago I was astonished to find that I was the first CT Bear on the lot. Huh? Perhaps they had waited on I95 on the section I had not traveled? Nah…Capt. was leading; pirate rules in effect (turns out he did not know I had dropped out). Just as I was checking my phone for messages  Capt. and gang appear from the opposite direction to the normal route. Still we were all on premises by 11 am, so Captain’s detour through North Brunswick, East Brunswick, Milltown (but fortunately not New Brunswick, eh) was but a trifle inconvenience. As is often the case it is an ‘ill wind that blows nobody any good’ and Pogy announced he arrived with 100.7 miles on the clock, 4 points! Woooo hooooo.

Lago sounds so much spiffier than the previous name of Sir John’s that the restaurant dropped a few years back. This year the evolution continued with a posh buffet replacing the a la carte menu that included a number customarily priced hot sandwiches. But, uh we are from Connecticut we are deserving of a high society lunch once in a while. More so now we have omnipresent royalty in our ranks. We were treated to an omelet station, carving station with rib of beef, chilled shrimp and many other gourmet delights that reminded me of the feast we enjoy at Long Valley. Of course the price was set to match, high enough to stimulate a sharp intake of breath from some. Even as we yelped, Fonz sprang into action and dropped a money off coupon into the mix so our final tally was more palatable. Way to go Polar Rican!

After lunch we assembled in the parking lot where Grumpy began the process of setting up for the group shot. Clearly a little rust has accumulated during his absence over the first half of the season, it took several Mulligan’s before we saw evidence of the flash. Bob H., who joined the group shot  got into the spirit of things by heckling that he wondered if the group shot would be completed before we were at next week’s destination. It was all too much for Grumpy who blew a fuse. No, don’t get me wrong, it was the 15A one that fed his head and tail lights which he fixed at Montvale services. It is great to have you back Grumpy!

Fonz ponied up for the refreshments at the top, though as a result of a miscalculation we ended up one hot chocolate short;  Pogy voluntarily missed out. So Fonzie, if your MSF schedule this coming season has you working every rainy weekend you will know why. Anyway, the rest of us enjoyed the break.

Princess, we are all looking forward to a critics report on Jim’s performance in ‘…on the way to the Forum’  illustrated with many pictures including a worldwide exclusive a ‘up the toga’ shot. Don’t be bashful, those Romans were naughty fellows!

On that I had better end……

An addendum from Joanna Wojtowicz, a.k.a. HRH Princess:

We had a great ride today. Token2 didn't take any pictures but asked me to forward them to you. I posted all pictures in my Polar Bear rides album on FB. You can take any pictures you want for the blog.

Token2 joined me at the bus stop, at the Hutch and I-278. We had a short but meaningful conversation about current behavior of the stock market before Grumpy arrived ahead of the pack, seemed to have some odd scarf issues...we all just watched and tapped our fingers on the throttles as he was wrapping himself with it. Finally Fonz yelled "TODAY!" to which  Grumpy, as usually, showed a gloved finger.

Captain lead the way with couple of scenic town detours. We forgive him, everyone still remembers Montgomery. There hasn't been one ride, when someone didn't mention that.

Polar Bears present today: Captain, Fonz, new rider Ed (who rode actually pretty well, but of course, Pogy had to find something to point out and rightfully so!), Grumpy (as always grumpy), H.R.H. Princess, Pogy, Token2 and Mac.

Today's was the 13th ride of the Polar Bears Grand Tour season, and that takes us over to the number of remaining rides going down. Only 12 to go!!! Points are racking up!

After our hot chocolate stop at The Top, I went to see James in a toga!!! He was just great, as always. We have a very talented Bear in our group. It was the most hilarious play I've ever seen. "A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum" is the longest play's title I've ever seen too! I cried laughing! Literally!!!
I showed up without a ticket and got front row seat!!!! Lol... People there respect Royalty!  One kid, looking at my helmet,  said to me: "You're so rad!" I still have to Google that or check with Urban dictionary!!! LOL...
By the time the play was over, my bike was covered with an inch of snow... I knew I could handle it. Roads were wet, snow wasn't sticking. It was a good experience riding in that kind of weather, however, I wish not to do that again unless absolutely necessary! Lol

Made it home safe and took all possible precautions. I remembered, when you told me about patches of ice forming under the overpasses. I thank you for that, it stuck in my mind.  Did couple of U-turns myself, but all good and safe at the end of the day.

Today, I totally feel like a Polar Bear! 


Lake Hoptacong riders, from left: Princess, Captain, Pogy, Token2.
Motorcycle Polar Bear Blog, ride to Upstream Grill, Lake Hoptacong, NJ, January 17, 2016.

Editor's Note:  Battling a heavy-duty cold, and thinking riding in the rain would make it worse, I skipped the ride to Lago in North Brunswick. Token2 offered the summary below. Chris Loynd.

By: John Howard, a.k.a. Token2

The ride out to Lake Hopatcong is only around 100 miles but with EDP in full effect departure was set for 9am. Of course the ying to the yang of early departure is early arrival and as I left home to meet the group the GPS predicted an arrival of 10.48 am. EDP certainly relieves the pressure to roll on the throttle which was truly beneficial today. Conditions were appalling, heavy rain, water ponding on road surfaces  with blankets of mist and fog descending at times. The silver lining, temperatures started at 50°F and topped out at 60°F.

We were few in number; Capt rode solo to Norwalk picking up Pogy and then T2 in Westchester, where Token 2 took up the lead. CT Blogger unexpectedly bailed out on this ride. At lunch vicious rumors began to circulate that the founding CT Bear had  contracted hydrophobia. They were quickly squashed by The Captain, who confirmed a different medical affliction was the cause of Mr. Loynd’s absence.

Princess decided  to go solo to shorten her ride, which was sensible given the dismal conditions, aiming to meet up at the Upstream Grill. Without the protection of her customary honor guard of outriders it seems she decided to ride in cognito, donning everyday rain gear and yet another new helmet, this one unadorned with bling. It would of course be wrong for Royalty to knowingly mix with commoners, so on reflection her actions were prudent.

Given the conditions the riders originating from CT held a modest pace of around 55mph travelling I287, I80 to Rt 15N. Traffic was mercifully light. The only slow down occurred about 2 miles north of the I80 exit due to a pickup truck that had rolled over. NJ Troopers were in attendance leaving only the inside lane open. Fortunately, it looked like the driver was unharmed from the accident as he was standing next to the vehicle. Truth be told he didn’t look like the sharpest knife in the drawer and was probably approaching brain death before he got behind the wheel.

It was remarkable how many cars were driving at speed with no {expletive deleted} lights on. Good grief what are these people thinking? Silly me, they aren’t thinking. They probably say the same about guys and gals on motorcycles.

We arrived at the destination around 11 am and were the #4,5 &6 bikes on the lot. Let it be known that Joanne was bike #3 and was on the only Harley present at the time. There we not many bikes in the lot at Noon, though attendance by car was decent.

Evidently Captain’s Wing really liked the riding conditions, on arrival it decided take an unauthorized stroll  by starting to roll off the side stand. Capt’s cries for assistance were matched by quick action from T2 (self-preservation so as not to be pinned between Capt’s and Pogy’s Wings) and Pogy (preservation of his Wing,  so the only scratch on it remains the one delivered by Mac a year or two ago).  It is a relief to report that the grubby white Wing stayed upright.  Pogy gave Capt a stiff MSF lecture about ‘always, always, ALWAYS put your bike in gear when parking’; only when the rained started to pour again did Pogy’s harangue subside.

We were so early the staff at the Grill wiped the sleep from their eyes  before advising us that this year there was a $10 buffet for the Bears that would open at 11.30 am. It was a good spread. Princess liked it. Don’t be fooled by the salad camouflage artfully placed over the mound of penne vodka; chili; sausage, pepper and onions. I think there was a chicken wing or two hiding under there as well. Joanne picked up the lunch tab (thank you!) but I advised her that buying lunch would have no bearing on documenting her plated lunch in the ride report.

While lunching Pogy had a wardrobe question (as one often does at lunch) relating to the purpose of the rear zipper on his riding pants. It was clear quick resolution was warranted before he went to the bathroom in order to avoid a potentially life changing misunderstanding. Demonstration of the ability to zip it to the corresponding zip in a riding jacket brought relief to all. Suggestions that my jacket be zipped to his pants, with us in them,  to create a kind of grotesque CTPB Siamese Twin were deftly side stepped. It was the second wardrobe revelation of the day for Pogy; prior to riding he was delighted to find a riding hood sewn into his FirstGear Jacket. A good find on this wettest of days.

Not to be left out of the wardrobe discussion Princess declared she was not wearing pants. Overcoming the effects of nearly choking on a bite of burger it seemed to all assembled that she did in fact have pants on. This is a family blog so the details Joanne added in explanation cannot be reproduced here. We also learned she is a massage therapist. Hmm, Joanne, the weekend Princess….definitely a CTPB keeper…anyone care to second that?

With lighter rain forecast for the return ride the CTPB’s once again had the pleasure of royal company. The sun even came out for a fleeting ‘hello’ before being quickly pushed aside by dark clouds and more rain. The ride north was uneventful, though we witnessed another couple of cars spun out.

We pulled in for an early stop at the top of the GSP. Over coffee and chocolate it was astonishing to listen to Princess and Captain converse. What became apparent is that Princess really is from Venus and clearly a Martian cannot understand a word of Venetian. A single, seemingly simple question and equally straight forward answer evolved into a 5 minute back and forth. I must remember to bring a Babel Fish on next week’s ride, it should be helpful to those in the group who are not multilingual.

Still no sign of ‘Old Glory’ on the cranes at the Tappan Zee II bridge construction. Can it be that Pogy is losing his pull? At least we could see the top of the cranes on the way home.

Blueberry Capital of the World

Vineland Bears, from left: Fonz, Pogy, Captain, Princess, CT Blogger.

Motorcycle Polar Bear Blog, ride to DeThomasi's East Five Points Inn, Vineland, NJ, January 3, 2016.

By: Chris Loynd

Our first ride of 2016 took us deep into the New Jersey Pinelands. I grew up calling them the Pine Barrens, but like many things from my past, there is a new, politically correct, moniker. To be fair, they are lovely. Today they glowed under a cloudless sky colored a pale blue by winter's weaker sun. Not exactly barren, a million-plus acres of scrub pine growing in sandy soil transform here and there via modern agriculture to give fruit, lots of fruit. In fact, we rode through the Blueberry Capital of the World, Hammonton, NJ, the world, mind you, not just of New Jersey or the U.S. or North America.

Take tabletop-flat land of deep sandy soils, add irrigation and fertilizer, and you essentially have hydroponic gardening on a gigantic scale. We headed south on Route 206 from the Fort Dix, excuse me, the Joint Base McGuire-Dix-Lakehurst, exit off of the New Jersey Turnpike.

Some of the first farms we rode through were sod farms, still bright green due to our so far mild winter. These flat sandy soils are perfect for growing covers for golf courses and wealthy estates. Then I saw the reddish stalks pruned into uniform bushes arranged in neat rows, fields of them over miles. I was pretty sure of the crop. It's hard to be sure looking at mid-winter twigs, at speed. Months from now summer sun's kiss brings forth leaf and berry to confirm my diagnosis. Then I saw the sign: Blueberry Capital of the World.

New Jersey is actually fifth in blueberry production, behind, in order: Michigan, Georgia, Oregon and Washington. Of New Jersey blueberries, 80 percent come from fields surrounding Hammonton. They hold a Blueberry Festival in June. Our route took us straight through quaint downtown Hammonton, come to life from a Frank Capra film.

My GPS advised running the turnpike to exit 4 and then cutting across. I'm so glad our leader this week, Pogy, chose exit 7 instead. It was more interesting and far more scenic. Plus I got a chance to stretch my legs at a stoplight or two.

For reasons I never learned, Pogy offered to take the lead this trip. He did a great job. And I tried to pay him a compliment at lunch. I was going to make a joke about having nothing to write in this blog because Pogy's lead was so smooth. But it's tough to get a joke out when you don't control timing of the delivery. That's why every comedian has a straight man. Pogy would not oblige.

Before I could get to the punch line he started making lascivious comments, Joanna defended herself, Pogy made a feeble attempt at recovery, Captain complained in disbelief when the criticism suddenly shifted to him . . . and the moment was gone.

We couldn't pick on Pogy too much. He generously treated us all.

At our destination Pogy led us into the wrong restaurant door. Clomping up to the maitre d' in our multi-layered clothing, wires sticking out of the sleeves, compression marks from helmets still on our foreheads and cheeks, the restaurateur asked, "Polar bears?" "Why yes," we answered, "we are Polar Bears." The maitre d'hotel suggested we exit the way we came and take the other door. Upstairs from the restaurant proper, our friends at the Five Points offered up a generous and tasty buffet.

We feasted on a wonderful buffet and Pogy's largess then headed home.

Photos below courtesy of Dave Thompson from the Polar Bear Grand Tour web site.

We arrive.

Princess still paddling in the parking lot.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Short Run

Connecticut Bears in Sloatsburg, from left: Captain, Token2, Paul, Princess, CT Blogger and Grumpy with Pogy down front.
Motorcycle Polar Bear Blog, ride to Rhodes North Tavern, Sloatsburg, NY, December 27, 2015.

By: Chris Loynd

Sloatsburg, N.Y., is one of our closest destinations from Connecticut. In fact, it is shorter for Token2 to ride directly to the tavern than the I-287 and Hutchinson Parkway bus stop where we usually meet him. Which is what he did.

Token2 was on, as he described it, "a finger-drumming, eye rolling kitchen pass." He had to get back home fast to play host to holiday guests. It was our loss. This is Token's backyard. On past rides here he has taken us on scenic rides through Harriman State Park, and a few times 'round the roundabout.

Still, I was glad he came because he provided one of the funniest moments of the morning.

Stymied by the short distance, Princess rode from Long Island to our Stratford, Conn., start point. Paul also rode up from Norwalk to Stratford, only to turn around and head back south with the group. He lives in Norwalk, Conn., or Kalamazoo, Mich,, or both, it wasn't entirely clear.

Our Connecticut crew does not have many sub-one-hundred mile runs for the Polar Bear Grand Tour. Personally, I enjoyed the extra sleep. We left at 10:30 a.m., hours later than our usual departure times. We should have left a bit earlier; I did not allow for traffic.

Nowadays Tappan Zee traffic slows because people gawk at construction of the new bridge going up parallel to the current one. Driving home from the holidays on Saturday, I noticed the phenomenon. It was the only real jam we experienced all the way from Delaware. Today we had the same slowdown and from both directions. Additional accident rubbernecking headed west got us to the destination a bit later than planned.

Pogy did a bit of construction ogling himself. At lunch he complained there were no American flags flying from tops of any construction cranes. Usually some patriotic worker puts a flag on the pinnacle of the highest crane. At lunch we speculated the work is outsourced to the Chinese. I was guilty of a bit of construction rubbernecking myself on the ride home confirming Pogy's concern. All I saw were checkerboard orange and white aviation warning flags. Bridge commissioners, if you're listening, Pogy has a suggestion. Or all our blog readers could go on the new bridge web site and suggest they display a flag.

On the "Bridge commissioners" link above there is a tab for "contact us." There I sent the following message: "I was disappointed today to not see an American flag flying from any of your construction cranes. Typically I see the colors proudly displayed at major and minor construction sites. One so prominent as yours should show some patriotic pride."

Our late arrival was exacerbated by my lead. With Paul and his tiny thumper in the mix on this run, I decided to let him know we could accommodate most all riders. He was one of my students in the Connecticut Rider Education Program (ConnREP) classes this past summer. Pogy, John Jackson and I are instructors. I always tell my students about the Polar Bears. Token2 is a ConnREP graduate who learned about the Polar Bears from his instructor. I guess two converts in like 10 years maybe says something about our sanity.

I kept a reasonable speed achieving a comfort level that pulled Paul into our formation. On his previous trip with the Connecticut Bears, he tagged along at the back of the pack so he could "ride his own ride."

Princess was offered the lead, but settled for second bike. All I required of her was staying in position and using her mirrors to catch lane changes by the sweep when I couldn't see them. She proved a capable and precise rider, at my right hip the entire time. She rode tight.

Grumpy was next in line. He's back from medical leave. Being both short and warm, he figured this was a good opportunity to try out his new hand and healed body. He was pleased with the results.

Rhodes North Tavern is one of those wonderful Polar Bear destinations that gets us. Half their parking lot was blocked off for bikes only. A staffer was outside directing bikes for maximum packing.

Inside, lunch was wonderful. Token2 went ahead as we were delayering and Tavern staff put together a few tables for our group of seven. Our waitress was fast and efficient and never was heard a discouraging word. Our busboy brought us free scones while we waited for our orders to arrive. Princess was delighted to see a BLT first on the menu. I probably should have ordered one. It looked fabulous: ruffled lettuce, extra bacon, copious in size and penurious in price.

My steak sandwich was New York style which means slices of steak instead of the wafer-thin "Steakums" style meat we're used to in Philadelphia. Seems I've made this mistake before. That said, the sandwich was delicious, as were the sweet potato fries. I brought half home. Somebody remind me next year to order the BLT!

Grand Tour Grand Pooh-bah Bob Hartpence shared a rave review for last week's destination, The Tilted Kilt. He said management was very accommodating, the girls friendly and the food delicious. The manager asked if Bob thought it would be okay for the girls to pose on some of the bikes in the parking lot. Bob quickly assured him no bear would object! Hopefully my work schedule allows me to make the ride next year.
Getting Bob's Tilted Kilt report.
As we caught up with each others' lives, Pogy shared with us a new chapter in his elderly friend's story. And the weather being wonderful and once again unseasonably warm, he decided to stop by to see his friend who now lives near Danbury. He quizzed Token2 on the best route. And in his queries he asked Token2 if there was any difference in a particular Interstate exit for a given route East and West. Token2 immediately answered, "No . . . except that they go in opposite directions." Pogy tried to explain. Token2 defended his answer saying, "I don't know how else to answer that question." You had to be there, but it really hit my funny bone, hard!

At the Dunkin' Donuts departure.