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My day of peace and solitude
Well almost
I Managed to get the wife outside in her pajamas to take a photo before I took off for the day.
Everything was going well. I prepped the bike the night before and all was taken care of and packed for the day. Since the wife is now working again and her retirement was short lived I had to drop off the packages of farkles at the post office since it wasnt going to fit into her schedule. Why do I mention this? We argued a little bit about who was going to do it and I ended up with the short straw. Sound familiar so far!
So on my way out of town I stopped at the first post office I saw which is in a busy plaza. So I am taking up two spaces sideways trying to read whats on the door. The Hours are posted from 8:00 to 4:00. Good I can get rid of the packages and be on my way and not have to worry about it. So I decided to pull up and park in the next space over. It was a bad decision on my part. Before I knew it the bike was on the ground. DAMMIK !!!! this isnt how my day is supposed to start out. I quickly managed to lift the bike and reach over the seat and put the kickstand down by hand. I was totally embarrassed. After 73K of miles I finally got to join the drop club. The girl in the jeep a few spots over was enjoying the show I put on for her. Hey! Theres a first time for everything I told her. My TOGs finally earned their keep on the bike. The sattlebag is slightly scarred and now has some character. Not sure whether I am going to leave it that way to remind me not to do this again or take some permanent marker to it. Anyway the bike is getting on in years and this will add to the other scratches that I have managed to put on it already. I have some theorys why this happened after mulling over it for a few days. I may post up later, but now I digress to the main report.
Next, after fueling up the tank it was time to head out of flatlandistan. I slabed it for an hour heading in a northern direction. Not much choice in that matter due to any other decent roads to take. The GPS was set for shortest route to Barrington Vermont. It just happened to be the town of choice and the fact that I have been there before several years ago. There wasnt much picture taking going on since I didnt have the photographer aboard for the ride. I did go through some very nice areas on the way to Barrington.
When I hit Athol MA I ran into this building . A lot of my machinist tools are made by them. Made in USA still.
I did go through some very nice areas on the way to Barrington.
Eventually I got there and it was around lunch time. Shortest routes can take a long time but I wasnt in any rush today.
Lunch stop, no food porn but it was very good. Roast beef Pannini with carmalized onions cheese and hourseradish sauce along with a cup of coffee. I sat outside taking in the sights.
Well after eating a great sandwich we headed off for route 100 and then points north. I stopped here along the way.
After the quick photo op we jumped back on the bike. Eventually we got to route 100 and proceeded in a northerly direction again. Just to let folks know they were ripping up 3 different sections of route 100. I must have whent through 10 miles of grooved pavement or at least it felt like it. More on road conditions later. Eventually we made it up to Jamaica VT and stopped for another coffee. By this time it was around 2:30 and I wanted to see the Grandkids at my daughters house in NH. So we set the GPS for Bow NH and off we went. Did I say we had the GPS set for shortest routes! Not the best idea when in Vermont. They literally have a highway system of dirt roads I came to find out. Fred W would have loved this route. 3.5 miles of gravel dirt pebbles ruts and occasional soft muddy areas. I could hear the banjos playing in the distance. I stopped to take these pictures enroute.
Eventually we made it to my daughter in Bow just after 5:00PM. I spent some time with the grandkids and then it was off to home again. Slabbing it all the way. Boston is always fun around this time. Here are the results of one hell of a day of peace and solitude.
Good night folks, Dave
Well almost
I Managed to get the wife outside in her pajamas to take a photo before I took off for the day.
Everything was going well. I prepped the bike the night before and all was taken care of and packed for the day. Since the wife is now working again and her retirement was short lived I had to drop off the packages of farkles at the post office since it wasnt going to fit into her schedule. Why do I mention this? We argued a little bit about who was going to do it and I ended up with the short straw. Sound familiar so far!
So on my way out of town I stopped at the first post office I saw which is in a busy plaza. So I am taking up two spaces sideways trying to read whats on the door. The Hours are posted from 8:00 to 4:00. Good I can get rid of the packages and be on my way and not have to worry about it. So I decided to pull up and park in the next space over. It was a bad decision on my part. Before I knew it the bike was on the ground. DAMMIK !!!! this isnt how my day is supposed to start out. I quickly managed to lift the bike and reach over the seat and put the kickstand down by hand. I was totally embarrassed. After 73K of miles I finally got to join the drop club. The girl in the jeep a few spots over was enjoying the show I put on for her. Hey! Theres a first time for everything I told her. My TOGs finally earned their keep on the bike. The sattlebag is slightly scarred and now has some character. Not sure whether I am going to leave it that way to remind me not to do this again or take some permanent marker to it. Anyway the bike is getting on in years and this will add to the other scratches that I have managed to put on it already. I have some theorys why this happened after mulling over it for a few days. I may post up later, but now I digress to the main report.
Next, after fueling up the tank it was time to head out of flatlandistan. I slabed it for an hour heading in a northern direction. Not much choice in that matter due to any other decent roads to take. The GPS was set for shortest route to Barrington Vermont. It just happened to be the town of choice and the fact that I have been there before several years ago. There wasnt much picture taking going on since I didnt have the photographer aboard for the ride. I did go through some very nice areas on the way to Barrington.
When I hit Athol MA I ran into this building . A lot of my machinist tools are made by them. Made in USA still.
I did go through some very nice areas on the way to Barrington.
Eventually I got there and it was around lunch time. Shortest routes can take a long time but I wasnt in any rush today.
Lunch stop, no food porn but it was very good. Roast beef Pannini with carmalized onions cheese and hourseradish sauce along with a cup of coffee. I sat outside taking in the sights.
Well after eating a great sandwich we headed off for route 100 and then points north. I stopped here along the way.
After the quick photo op we jumped back on the bike. Eventually we got to route 100 and proceeded in a northerly direction again. Just to let folks know they were ripping up 3 different sections of route 100. I must have whent through 10 miles of grooved pavement or at least it felt like it. More on road conditions later. Eventually we made it up to Jamaica VT and stopped for another coffee. By this time it was around 2:30 and I wanted to see the Grandkids at my daughters house in NH. So we set the GPS for Bow NH and off we went. Did I say we had the GPS set for shortest routes! Not the best idea when in Vermont. They literally have a highway system of dirt roads I came to find out. Fred W would have loved this route. 3.5 miles of gravel dirt pebbles ruts and occasional soft muddy areas. I could hear the banjos playing in the distance. I stopped to take these pictures enroute.
Eventually we made it to my daughter in Bow just after 5:00PM. I spent some time with the grandkids and then it was off to home again. Slabbing it all the way. Boston is always fun around this time. Here are the results of one hell of a day of peace and solitude.
Good night folks, Dave
