BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
WHAT the?!?!?
Is that Warchild??? :dwarf:
Like I said, I am most definitely NOT an off-pavement guy. I've always been a road warrior.
More to come, including lots of pics...
2-Up On a FJR1300 to a party, B&B, and a water crossing!
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Is that Warchild??? :dwarf:
Like I said, I am most definitely NOT an off-pavement guy. I've always been a road warrior.
More to come, including lots of pics...
raclow
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Nice Ride Report!!!! I'm waiting on the rest of the story. I like stories......
Me no like dirt or gravel either.....too much tupperware on these bikes.
Me no like dirt or gravel either.....too much tupperware on these bikes.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
[SIZE=12pt][/SIZE]
Still on Sunday, May 25, 2008.
The roads getting to the B&B are fun. Route 40 (the National Road) winds around turns and up and down hills in this region.
Susie and I made it to the B&B safe and sound, just as it was getting dark. Perfect timing!
We check in and unload Veejer. The innkeepers (Charles and Christine) are terrific. Plus, we are their first motorcycle guests! We RULE!! And, Charles is a chef, so we’re already looking forward to breakfast.
The front entrance:
The kitchen:
Kitchen table:
Front of the deck:
Back of the deck, with Jacuzzi!
After we checked in, we took off our riding gear and relaxed for a bit before going in search of dinner.
Me, relaxing with a frosty Rogue Dead Guy Ale. Mmmm…. Beer….
Susie’s beverage of choice, a local flavor:
Hiding in the bushes in front of the B&B is a Gnome:
The sun going down through the trees:
Enough relaxing. Time to grab some grub…
We decided to head to an Italian restaurant just up the road.
Now, keep in mind that this is (to this city boy, anyway) the Back Country. We park outside the restaurant and, in front of the restaurant, are about a dozen 4-wheelers. We head in and, of course, the main restaurant is closed, but the bar is open. Into the bar we go…
Chef Jerry was behind the bar along with Darryl. There were several stools and tables occupied by the operators of the 4-wheelers, a couple of random locals, and 2 . . um . . Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety. The 2 Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety were paging through a bartender’s menu book and picking shots at random to try. They had Darryl’s complete attention.
Eventually Chef Jerry takes our food and drink orders. We are completely entertained by the floor show consisting of Darryl and the 2 Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety. To Darryl’s credit, he was trying, but I think he was a little . . um . . . well . . . let’s just say “slow.”
We both found this notice behind the bar to be quite entertaining.
What does "obseen" mean, anyway???
And what's a "jesture"???
(Yes, I know what they mean, but grammatical errors like this on display crack me up!)
And then there’s this.
Bud Light = yech.
The Pittsburgh Steelers = WOO-HOO!!
Susie’s dinner – a cheeseburger:
My dinner – wings with hot teriyaki sauce! Mmm…
Notice in the background you can see the empty shot glasses from the Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety. Dan Darryl's arm.
As we're eating and enjoying the floor show, the 4-wheeler pilots eventually filter out. I'd say that most of them, if not all, get a "roadie" - a can of beer for the ride home. Go figure.
We finish our meals and ask Chef Jerry for our check. While we’re waiting, Darryl hands one of the Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety a piece of paper which she stuffs into her purse, and off they go.
We sit and wait… Eventually Chef Jerry notices we don’t have a credit card or cash up, and I ask him again about our check. He hollers at Darryl – “What’d you do with their check? I told you to give them their check!” Darryl appears dazed, confused, and generally perplexed. His answer speaks volumes: “Huh?”
Remember the slip of paper that Darryl gave to the Local Female of the Un-Sober Variety? Yep – our check. Chef Jerry howls in laughter, Susie and I are cracking up, and Darryl still looks confused. Yes, Darryl was so enamored with the Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety, that he gave them our check.
Classic.
I wonder if he has a brother named Larry and another brother named Darryl…
I wonder if they’ll do anything for a buck…
I wonder if Darryl made the sign behind the bar...
I digress…
We pay up and get back to the B&B for the evening. I cover Veejer for the night, Susie and I grab a beer, put on our swimsuits, and hit the Jacuzzi for a while. No, ya perv’s, no Jacuzzi pictures. We eventually call it a night and sleep like logs.
Still on Sunday, May 25, 2008.
The roads getting to the B&B are fun. Route 40 (the National Road) winds around turns and up and down hills in this region.
Susie and I made it to the B&B safe and sound, just as it was getting dark. Perfect timing!
We check in and unload Veejer. The innkeepers (Charles and Christine) are terrific. Plus, we are their first motorcycle guests! We RULE!! And, Charles is a chef, so we’re already looking forward to breakfast.
The front entrance:
The kitchen:
Kitchen table:
Front of the deck:
Back of the deck, with Jacuzzi!
After we checked in, we took off our riding gear and relaxed for a bit before going in search of dinner.
Me, relaxing with a frosty Rogue Dead Guy Ale. Mmmm…. Beer….
Susie’s beverage of choice, a local flavor:
Hiding in the bushes in front of the B&B is a Gnome:
The sun going down through the trees:
Enough relaxing. Time to grab some grub…
We decided to head to an Italian restaurant just up the road.
Now, keep in mind that this is (to this city boy, anyway) the Back Country. We park outside the restaurant and, in front of the restaurant, are about a dozen 4-wheelers. We head in and, of course, the main restaurant is closed, but the bar is open. Into the bar we go…
Chef Jerry was behind the bar along with Darryl. There were several stools and tables occupied by the operators of the 4-wheelers, a couple of random locals, and 2 . . um . . Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety. The 2 Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety were paging through a bartender’s menu book and picking shots at random to try. They had Darryl’s complete attention.
Eventually Chef Jerry takes our food and drink orders. We are completely entertained by the floor show consisting of Darryl and the 2 Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety. To Darryl’s credit, he was trying, but I think he was a little . . um . . . well . . . let’s just say “slow.”
We both found this notice behind the bar to be quite entertaining.
What does "obseen" mean, anyway???
And what's a "jesture"???
(Yes, I know what they mean, but grammatical errors like this on display crack me up!)
And then there’s this.
Bud Light = yech.
The Pittsburgh Steelers = WOO-HOO!!
Susie’s dinner – a cheeseburger:
My dinner – wings with hot teriyaki sauce! Mmm…
Notice in the background you can see the empty shot glasses from the Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety. Dan Darryl's arm.
As we're eating and enjoying the floor show, the 4-wheeler pilots eventually filter out. I'd say that most of them, if not all, get a "roadie" - a can of beer for the ride home. Go figure.
We finish our meals and ask Chef Jerry for our check. While we’re waiting, Darryl hands one of the Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety a piece of paper which she stuffs into her purse, and off they go.
We sit and wait… Eventually Chef Jerry notices we don’t have a credit card or cash up, and I ask him again about our check. He hollers at Darryl – “What’d you do with their check? I told you to give them their check!” Darryl appears dazed, confused, and generally perplexed. His answer speaks volumes: “Huh?”
Remember the slip of paper that Darryl gave to the Local Female of the Un-Sober Variety? Yep – our check. Chef Jerry howls in laughter, Susie and I are cracking up, and Darryl still looks confused. Yes, Darryl was so enamored with the Local Females of the Un-Sober Variety, that he gave them our check.
Classic.
I wonder if he has a brother named Larry and another brother named Darryl…
I wonder if they’ll do anything for a buck…
I wonder if Darryl made the sign behind the bar...
I digress…
We pay up and get back to the B&B for the evening. I cover Veejer for the night, Susie and I grab a beer, put on our swimsuits, and hit the Jacuzzi for a while. No, ya perv’s, no Jacuzzi pictures. We eventually call it a night and sleep like logs.
FJRSTAR
Fuggin' Just Ride the best sport-tourer on the
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
[SIZE=12pt][/SIZE]
Monday, May 26, 2008 – Happy Memorial Day!
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
After a great night’s sleep, we awoke to a beautiful morning.
We had options for breakfast – 8:00 am inside, or 9:00 am outside. We chose the 9:00 option.
Joining us for breakfast this fine morning was Ralph.
With plenty of coffee and OJ, the Chef made us baked French toast.
Holy cow was it good!
Different, but very good!!
We even had hummingbirds joining us for breakfast.
So we finish our breakfast and load up.
I took these pics of the tires on Veejer.
I’m not sure if the gravel marks up the side of the tires mean anything or not.
Did I mention that I am NOT an off-road guy??
Front tire.
Read tire.
So, all fueled up on baked French toast, coffee & OJ, we bid farewell to our gracious innkeepers and Ralph.
I plan on taking Route 40 as much as possible to get home.
This sign greets us upon turning on to Route 40:
Yep, it’s a pretty good grade through here.
2 ½ miles to go…
2 miles to go…
Pretty sweet views as we descend.
I have a friend named Al…
Big toys!
Wow! A still-operating drive-in!!
Left turn, Clyde.
A church in some town or other.
Small-town Memorial Day celebration winding down.
A big BikerGeek Thanks to the veterans who have served our in our country’s armed forces, and to those who are currently serving in our armed forces!
I think that these guys all had POW-MIA license plate frames.
Cemeteries with flags adorning graves.
This was the “B.S. Lounge.” It didn’t quite all come out, but we thought that was a funny name. Oh – it’s also abandoned. Guess there was too much B.S.’n and not enough drinkin’. Or something.
Monday, May 26, 2008 – Happy Memorial Day!
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
After a great night’s sleep, we awoke to a beautiful morning.
We had options for breakfast – 8:00 am inside, or 9:00 am outside. We chose the 9:00 option.
Joining us for breakfast this fine morning was Ralph.
With plenty of coffee and OJ, the Chef made us baked French toast.
Holy cow was it good!
Different, but very good!!
We even had hummingbirds joining us for breakfast.
So we finish our breakfast and load up.
I took these pics of the tires on Veejer.
I’m not sure if the gravel marks up the side of the tires mean anything or not.
Did I mention that I am NOT an off-road guy??
Front tire.
Read tire.
So, all fueled up on baked French toast, coffee & OJ, we bid farewell to our gracious innkeepers and Ralph.
I plan on taking Route 40 as much as possible to get home.
This sign greets us upon turning on to Route 40:
Yep, it’s a pretty good grade through here.
2 ½ miles to go…
2 miles to go…
Pretty sweet views as we descend.
I have a friend named Al…
Big toys!
Wow! A still-operating drive-in!!
Left turn, Clyde.
A church in some town or other.
Small-town Memorial Day celebration winding down.
A big BikerGeek Thanks to the veterans who have served our in our country’s armed forces, and to those who are currently serving in our armed forces!
I think that these guys all had POW-MIA license plate frames.
Cemeteries with flags adorning graves.
This was the “B.S. Lounge.” It didn’t quite all come out, but we thought that was a funny name. Oh – it’s also abandoned. Guess there was too much B.S.’n and not enough drinkin’. Or something.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
[SIZE=12pt][/SIZE]
Monday, May 26, 2008 continues…
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
Another cemetery.
I wonder if these go down the road with their turn signals on…
(duck)
Barn.
Bridge.
Occasionally we’d hop onto I-70 for a quick blast to make some time. We saw several of these guys in a kind-of-convoy.
“Hey, buddy – ever hear of a guy named **** Cheney?”
They were all running Canadian plates.
Reminds me of a . . . well, you know.
A herd of concrete trucks.
A herd of Hogs.
Off the slab, back onto Route 40.
National History Road sign.
“Bovine Wines.”
What the?!?!
We didn’t see any grape vines anywhere….
Just these…
Not many people at the pool today. I was kind of surprised. It was warming up quite nicely, although I still had the liners in my pants and jacket.
Future TP Of America.
A small town along the way…
We decide to stop. I fuel up Veejer, we grab something to drink, and I take out the liners from my jacket and pants. Much better… It’s warm by now, but very comfortable.
Those little tripod thingies you can get are great!
We load back up and continue on Route 40 East. Now, for some reason that I don’t understand, the state lines weren’t marked on this road. I do not know why, unless, of course, they ARE marked and I just missed ‘em. Either way, we passed from Pennsylvania into West Virginia into Ohio without a state border sign.
Hock’s, with a picture of a hawk on the sign.
Monday, May 26, 2008 continues…
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
Another cemetery.
I wonder if these go down the road with their turn signals on…
(duck)
Barn.
Bridge.
Occasionally we’d hop onto I-70 for a quick blast to make some time. We saw several of these guys in a kind-of-convoy.
“Hey, buddy – ever hear of a guy named **** Cheney?”
They were all running Canadian plates.
Reminds me of a . . . well, you know.
A herd of concrete trucks.
A herd of Hogs.
Off the slab, back onto Route 40.
National History Road sign.
“Bovine Wines.”
What the?!?!
We didn’t see any grape vines anywhere….
Just these…
Not many people at the pool today. I was kind of surprised. It was warming up quite nicely, although I still had the liners in my pants and jacket.
Future TP Of America.
A small town along the way…
We decide to stop. I fuel up Veejer, we grab something to drink, and I take out the liners from my jacket and pants. Much better… It’s warm by now, but very comfortable.
Those little tripod thingies you can get are great!
We load back up and continue on Route 40 East. Now, for some reason that I don’t understand, the state lines weren’t marked on this road. I do not know why, unless, of course, they ARE marked and I just missed ‘em. Either way, we passed from Pennsylvania into West Virginia into Ohio without a state border sign.
Hock’s, with a picture of a hawk on the sign.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
[SIZE=12pt][/SIZE]
Monday, May 26, 2008 Part 3… (I keep exceeding the limit for the number of pictures allowed)
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
Welcome to Wheeling!
There are a lot of damn good people in this city.
“Osiris Shrine.” Cool landmark.
Church.
Another church.
Yep – another church.
Church?
Funeral home?
Ice cream factory?
Hell, I dunno…
Hard to miss this place…
Continuing….
A cool Victorian-looking place in Wheeling.
A FJR crossing water as it was intended (with me on it, anyway)…
ON A BRIDGE!!
Old bridge.
Do these just sit there until they fall apart, or what?
Monument.
I love these little places along a road like this.
Flea market.
I think I saw some fleas jumping around here…
Abandoned building.
A handyman’s delight!
The Jubilee In The Hills! Get your tickets now!
Lollygagging along, no real hurry….
HOLY **** A CHEVETTE!!
A CHEVETTE THAT RUNS AND ISN’T ALL RUSTED OUT TO HELL!!!
Spring has sprung.
A rather majestic building.
Monday, May 26, 2008 Part 3… (I keep exceeding the limit for the number of pictures allowed)
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
Welcome to Wheeling!
There are a lot of damn good people in this city.
“Osiris Shrine.” Cool landmark.
Church.
Another church.
Yep – another church.
Church?
Funeral home?
Ice cream factory?
Hell, I dunno…
Hard to miss this place…
Continuing….
A cool Victorian-looking place in Wheeling.
A FJR crossing water as it was intended (with me on it, anyway)…
ON A BRIDGE!!
Old bridge.
Do these just sit there until they fall apart, or what?
Monument.
I love these little places along a road like this.
Flea market.
I think I saw some fleas jumping around here…
A handyman’s delight!
The Jubilee In The Hills! Get your tickets now!
Lollygagging along, no real hurry….
HOLY **** A CHEVETTE!!
A CHEVETTE THAT RUNS AND ISN’T ALL RUSTED OUT TO HELL!!!
Spring has sprung.
A rather majestic building.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
[SIZE=12pt][/SIZE]
Monday, May 26, 2008 Part 4…
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
By this time we had hopped back onto I-70 for a little bit and pulled into a Shell station around Cambridge. There were about 6 guys on Harleys. I got to chit-chatting with one of them – they were riding from Washington D.C. to Indianapolis. On the nose of the Ultra the fella I was talking to was riding, he had an Airborne Ranger sticker from Vietnam.
Mental note: I may be about half his age, but he can still kick my ***.
I didn’t get your name, but thanks for your service to our country, and I hope you guys all got home safe.
Back on the road…
Oil well thingamabobs.
I warned you that there are a lot of pictures on this leg of the trip.
At this point, we had only stopped twice. We had some tunes piped into the StarCom via a Sirius Stiletto 2, the weather was great, we were just checking out the scenery. I was driving, Susie was snapping pictures all over the place…
Back In The Day, one of the local radio stations made a spoof on Bon Jovi’s “Living On A Prayer” – the refrain went “Oh, it ain’t no thrill, (ohhh-OH!) living in Zanesville.”
Outside of Zanesville now, very light traffic on Route 40. Clouds are building…
Looks like a house to me.
Yep, we’re back in Ohio, alright. Definitely getting closer to Central Ohio…
I think this is the coolest picture either of us took all weekend (Susie got this one, not me):
Very cool.
I’ll tell you a funny story about this place.
Years ago, back when VCR’s were just entering the mainstream (MANY years back), my brother and a friend of his were riding along in a pickup owned by my brother’s friend’s father’s general contracting company. A brand new pickup.
They were driving along and saw signs for National Trails for something like “Run What You Brung - $5.” (National Trails is a drag racing facility. They host the NHRA Spring Nationals every year.)
My brother and his buddy look at each other, say “What the hell,” pay their $5 and make their pass down the drag strip.
(It was locked today, so I couldn’t make a run. Dang it.)
My brother and his buddy make it back to his buddy’s house. Let me say one thing – his buddy’s dad is, was, and always will be, a complete jerk. He sits them down, and it begins like this:
“Y’ know, boys, I just got myself a new VCR and I was playing around with it, and what the F^ do I record?”
<He presses play>
“MY BRAND NEW TRUCK GOING DOWN A DRAG STRIP!!”
Even the announcer made a comment – something along the lines of, “Boy – what will THIS guy do for advertising.”
A classic story, if ever there was one.
Monday, May 26, 2008 Part 4…
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
By this time we had hopped back onto I-70 for a little bit and pulled into a Shell station around Cambridge. There were about 6 guys on Harleys. I got to chit-chatting with one of them – they were riding from Washington D.C. to Indianapolis. On the nose of the Ultra the fella I was talking to was riding, he had an Airborne Ranger sticker from Vietnam.
Mental note: I may be about half his age, but he can still kick my ***.
I didn’t get your name, but thanks for your service to our country, and I hope you guys all got home safe.
Back on the road…
Oil well thingamabobs.
I warned you that there are a lot of pictures on this leg of the trip.
At this point, we had only stopped twice. We had some tunes piped into the StarCom via a Sirius Stiletto 2, the weather was great, we were just checking out the scenery. I was driving, Susie was snapping pictures all over the place…
Back In The Day, one of the local radio stations made a spoof on Bon Jovi’s “Living On A Prayer” – the refrain went “Oh, it ain’t no thrill, (ohhh-OH!) living in Zanesville.”
Outside of Zanesville now, very light traffic on Route 40. Clouds are building…
Looks like a house to me.
Yep, we’re back in Ohio, alright. Definitely getting closer to Central Ohio…
I think this is the coolest picture either of us took all weekend (Susie got this one, not me):
Very cool.
I’ll tell you a funny story about this place.
Years ago, back when VCR’s were just entering the mainstream (MANY years back), my brother and a friend of his were riding along in a pickup owned by my brother’s friend’s father’s general contracting company. A brand new pickup.
They were driving along and saw signs for National Trails for something like “Run What You Brung - $5.” (National Trails is a drag racing facility. They host the NHRA Spring Nationals every year.)
My brother and his buddy look at each other, say “What the hell,” pay their $5 and make their pass down the drag strip.
(It was locked today, so I couldn’t make a run. Dang it.)
My brother and his buddy make it back to his buddy’s house. Let me say one thing – his buddy’s dad is, was, and always will be, a complete jerk. He sits them down, and it begins like this:
“Y’ know, boys, I just got myself a new VCR and I was playing around with it, and what the F^ do I record?”
<He presses play>
“MY BRAND NEW TRUCK GOING DOWN A DRAG STRIP!!”
Even the announcer made a comment – something along the lines of, “Boy – what will THIS guy do for advertising.”
A classic story, if ever there was one.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
[SIZE=12pt][/SIZE]
Monday, May 26, 2008 Part 5…
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
A picture of me fiddling with the camera / tripod thingy:
Getting set to take this picture:
Hiya, Susie!
Hi again, Susie!
As you can see, by now the sky is really getting dark.
I hate riding in the rain around semis, but I also don’t want to have to putter along through the eastern suburbs to get home. So, we head just a bit south (skies aren’t so dark that direction), and hop back onto I-70 to get back into Columbus.
Rolling through downtown…
A Columbus landmark.
Exit 4A = Wonder Bread!!!
Another water crossing, proper for a FJR (with me on it, anyway).
2 of the ugliest dormitories, inside & out:
Veejer, in front of the Horseshoe.
Me, hustling back…
So I can be in this picture…
O-H….
A phallic smokestack.
New building across from the ‘Shoe.
One of the greatest college football coaches in the history of the game.
A campus landmark.
The old basketball place.
The new bridge.
The new basketball place.
The skies were still threatening, but all we had gotten so far was just the lightest of sprinkles.
As we headed up Route 315, the edges of the road were still damp. We had missed it. SWEET!!
The infamous Hospital Curve.
Home of the World Beer Tour. I should have my Tour wrapped up in another month or two.
Just one more post....
Monday, May 26, 2008 Part 5…
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES!!
A picture of me fiddling with the camera / tripod thingy:
Getting set to take this picture:
Hiya, Susie!
Hi again, Susie!
As you can see, by now the sky is really getting dark.
I hate riding in the rain around semis, but I also don’t want to have to putter along through the eastern suburbs to get home. So, we head just a bit south (skies aren’t so dark that direction), and hop back onto I-70 to get back into Columbus.
Rolling through downtown…
A Columbus landmark.
Exit 4A = Wonder Bread!!!
Another water crossing, proper for a FJR (with me on it, anyway).
2 of the ugliest dormitories, inside & out:
Veejer, in front of the Horseshoe.
Me, hustling back…
So I can be in this picture…
O-H….
A phallic smokestack.
New building across from the ‘Shoe.
One of the greatest college football coaches in the history of the game.
A campus landmark.
The old basketball place.
The new bridge.
The new basketball place.
The skies were still threatening, but all we had gotten so far was just the lightest of sprinkles.
As we headed up Route 315, the edges of the road were still damp. We had missed it. SWEET!!
The infamous Hospital Curve.
Home of the World Beer Tour. I should have my Tour wrapped up in another month or two.
Just one more post....
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
[SIZE=12pt][/SIZE]
Monday, May 26, 2008… Wrapping it up…
And then, finally, back home.
Time for a ‘victory beer…’
Mmm…
And, later that night, VOLLEYBALL!
WOO-HOO!!!
Summary and random thoughts…
Total miles: 556.
Moving average = 50.8 MpH.
Bugs dispatched from this world: lots. (Dunno if it’ll come out in the picture or not.)
We had a great trip. The weather held out for us, which is good. Of course, with our liners in, we would have been fine, but still…
The FJR is a pretty good bike. The cruise control is a godsend for me for 2 reasons. One, I can rest my right wrist. Two, it prevents the inevitable speed creep out on the open road.
Mental note: pay closer attention when creating a route in MapSource.
I need to adjust the StarCom settings, and get my Sirius receiver wired up properly.
I think Susie summed things up quite nicely: “The journey IS the destination.”
I’m sure there’s more, but I won’t bore you any longer.
Thanks for reading through to the end.
Ride careful,
BikerGeek99
Monday, May 26, 2008… Wrapping it up…
And then, finally, back home.
Time for a ‘victory beer…’
Mmm…
And, later that night, VOLLEYBALL!
WOO-HOO!!!
Summary and random thoughts…
Total miles: 556.
Moving average = 50.8 MpH.
Bugs dispatched from this world: lots. (Dunno if it’ll come out in the picture or not.)
We had a great trip. The weather held out for us, which is good. Of course, with our liners in, we would have been fine, but still…
The FJR is a pretty good bike. The cruise control is a godsend for me for 2 reasons. One, I can rest my right wrist. Two, it prevents the inevitable speed creep out on the open road.
Mental note: pay closer attention when creating a route in MapSource.
I need to adjust the StarCom settings, and get my Sirius receiver wired up properly.
I think Susie summed things up quite nicely: “The journey IS the destination.”
I’m sure there’s more, but I won’t bore you any longer.
Thanks for reading through to the end.
Ride careful,
BikerGeek99
dcarver
Well-known member
Didn't bore me at all! I LIKE ride reports. Excellent job, Mr. bkrGeek.
[SIZE=12pt]I think Susie summed things up quite nicely: “The journey IS the destination.”[/SIZE]
Precisely.
[SIZE=12pt]I think Susie summed things up quite nicely: “The journey IS the destination.”[/SIZE]
Precisely.
FJRSTAR
Fuggin' Just Ride the best sport-tourer on the
Nice. Thanks for the entertainment.
jeremybhm
Well-known member
Nice trip... Good report.
