BikerGeek99
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[SIZE=12pt]Welcome to my first ride report.[/SIZE]
Grab a beer, get comfy, and hopefully I won’t bore you to death.
Here we go…
Myself and the lovely and gracious Susie were able to spend pretty much the entire Memorial Day holiday weekend on 2 wheels. Saturday we took the Harley on a poker run, and the rest of the weekend allowed us the opportunity to take this ride.
Sunday we had planned to hit the road between 9:30 and 10:00. Life being what it is, we left around 10:45.
After a quick stop on the way out of town to grab a Slime compact air compressor and tire patch kit (I haven’t had a flat yet, but figured this is a minimal investment) at the local motorsport mega-mart, we’re off…
For Pittsburgh!
We’re headed for Pittsburgh to attend the high school graduation party for Susie’s niece. The trip began on the slab… Pretty damn boring, so no pics. We headed out on I-70 east to I-77 north. Then we headed east on Route 22.
Neither of us had really eaten yet and we’re both getting hungry. I’m on the lookout for a spot to grab a bite to eat that isn’t a choke-and-puke.
We’re cruising along on Route 22 and go by this place. As soon as I see it (as we’re going by it), I tell Susie (StarCom1 units friggin’ rock!), “We’re turning around!” She agrees, and we’re at our lunch stop.
The Dancing Donkey.
The gal outside talking to me is our waitress. We had pulled up, hopped off, took off out helmets and were just lolly-gagging our way into the restaurant. She met us outside. Now, don’t get me wrong, here – she (neither of us can remember her name) did a great job for us, and she was super nice.
We were hit with a barrage…
“Hi!”
“Would you like to sit inside or outside?”
“Outside? OK! Sun or shade?”
“Oh, you just pick wherever you want to sit! Are you riding a motorcycle today?”
Wow. We’re both in riding pants and jackets…
As Bill Engvall would say, “Nah, we’re riding tricycles cross-country! Here’s your card.”
She continues... “My boyfriend is out riding today, too, but I’m here working and not riding with him…”
Everything she says is spoken faster than I can talk.
It is impressive.
Still, like I said, she’s a terrific waitress.
The Dancing Donkey is, according to the signs, under new management. The outside seating area is quite nice. There were some others there who were also riding motorcycles, but they weren’t terribly interested in talking to Susie and I.
BikerGeek at the Dancing Donkey. Other bikers in the background.
The food…
Mmm….
Pulled pork sammich with ‘slaw and pickles on it..
Delicious!
Let this speak for itself:
Saw this sign across the street.
I didn’t know bagpipes grow on trees!
The Dancing Donkey.
I asked the lovely and gracious Susie to take a pic of me on Veejer (yes, I’m a geek – Veejer the Feejer) by the sign:
After taking this picture, Susie realized a ring that I had bought her wasn’t on her hand. We start looking around our table, no dice… Our waitress (bless her!) went so far as to pull everything out of the garbage in the ladies’ room and unwrap the paper towels… Wow! Other patrons helped us, looking around our table and in the (gravel) parking lot. Eventually, Susie did one last check, and found the ring. It was caught in the Velcro in the layers in her riding pants.
Sweet! Crisis over! Thanks to everyone at the Dancing Donkey for helping! If you’re on Route 22 a little east of I-77, stop in! Good food, great people!
More to come…
Grab a beer, get comfy, and hopefully I won’t bore you to death.
Here we go…
Myself and the lovely and gracious Susie were able to spend pretty much the entire Memorial Day holiday weekend on 2 wheels. Saturday we took the Harley on a poker run, and the rest of the weekend allowed us the opportunity to take this ride.
Sunday we had planned to hit the road between 9:30 and 10:00. Life being what it is, we left around 10:45.
After a quick stop on the way out of town to grab a Slime compact air compressor and tire patch kit (I haven’t had a flat yet, but figured this is a minimal investment) at the local motorsport mega-mart, we’re off…
For Pittsburgh!
We’re headed for Pittsburgh to attend the high school graduation party for Susie’s niece. The trip began on the slab… Pretty damn boring, so no pics. We headed out on I-70 east to I-77 north. Then we headed east on Route 22.
Neither of us had really eaten yet and we’re both getting hungry. I’m on the lookout for a spot to grab a bite to eat that isn’t a choke-and-puke.
We’re cruising along on Route 22 and go by this place. As soon as I see it (as we’re going by it), I tell Susie (StarCom1 units friggin’ rock!), “We’re turning around!” She agrees, and we’re at our lunch stop.
The Dancing Donkey.
The gal outside talking to me is our waitress. We had pulled up, hopped off, took off out helmets and were just lolly-gagging our way into the restaurant. She met us outside. Now, don’t get me wrong, here – she (neither of us can remember her name) did a great job for us, and she was super nice.
We were hit with a barrage…
“Hi!”
“Would you like to sit inside or outside?”
“Outside? OK! Sun or shade?”
“Oh, you just pick wherever you want to sit! Are you riding a motorcycle today?”
Wow. We’re both in riding pants and jackets…
As Bill Engvall would say, “Nah, we’re riding tricycles cross-country! Here’s your card.”
She continues... “My boyfriend is out riding today, too, but I’m here working and not riding with him…”
Everything she says is spoken faster than I can talk.
It is impressive.
Still, like I said, she’s a terrific waitress.
The Dancing Donkey is, according to the signs, under new management. The outside seating area is quite nice. There were some others there who were also riding motorcycles, but they weren’t terribly interested in talking to Susie and I.
BikerGeek at the Dancing Donkey. Other bikers in the background.
The food…
Mmm….
Pulled pork sammich with ‘slaw and pickles on it..
Delicious!
Let this speak for itself:
Saw this sign across the street.
I didn’t know bagpipes grow on trees!
The Dancing Donkey.
I asked the lovely and gracious Susie to take a pic of me on Veejer (yes, I’m a geek – Veejer the Feejer) by the sign:
After taking this picture, Susie realized a ring that I had bought her wasn’t on her hand. We start looking around our table, no dice… Our waitress (bless her!) went so far as to pull everything out of the garbage in the ladies’ room and unwrap the paper towels… Wow! Other patrons helped us, looking around our table and in the (gravel) parking lot. Eventually, Susie did one last check, and found the ring. It was caught in the Velcro in the layers in her riding pants.
Sweet! Crisis over! Thanks to everyone at the Dancing Donkey for helping! If you’re on Route 22 a little east of I-77, stop in! Good food, great people!
More to come…
