BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Following the GPS, it took us to a spot where we could view the lighthouse, but it was across a channel. In order to get close to it, we had to backtrack – through that construction, which was kinda gnarly on a fully-loaded, 2-up FJR – and make our way to a park and campground by the lighthouse.
Someone’s home with a lighthouse attached to it.
Pulling in to the park / campground, there was sand that had blown across the pavement. I’d seen this earlier in the day and didn’t think anything of it. Until… TANK-SLAPPER!! That was the first time in all my years and miles riding that I’d ever ‘sperienced a tank slapper. Holy schnikes!! I aboot sharted! The bars whacked back and forth and I thought we were gonna bite it for sure and I thought, “Well, at least we’re not going very fast and have all our gear on.” Once the front tire made it onto clean pavement, the bike straightened right up as if nothing had happened. Sooze asked me, “What in the world was THAT?!” We were wide awake, to say the least. Here is where we did the slapper – you can see where the front tire did its thing.
This one is in South Haven, MI.
Kinda behind where this picture was taken is a campground, right on the beach. There were a few takers, but there were plenty of open spots.
This kinda makes you think a bit…
We were able to walk all the way to the end of the pier on this one – no guard rails, no nothing, so watch yer step!
It was getting later in the afternoon, so we decided to head into town and see if they had any trash ‘n trinkets, and to find a coffee shop for an afternoon cup ‘O joe.
While it wasn’t very busy while we were there, we imagine that during the summer the place is a tourist trap.
After imbibing some coffee and a tasty chocolate chip cookie, we headed on to our next lighthouse of the day.
Someone’s home with a lighthouse attached to it.
Pulling in to the park / campground, there was sand that had blown across the pavement. I’d seen this earlier in the day and didn’t think anything of it. Until… TANK-SLAPPER!! That was the first time in all my years and miles riding that I’d ever ‘sperienced a tank slapper. Holy schnikes!! I aboot sharted! The bars whacked back and forth and I thought we were gonna bite it for sure and I thought, “Well, at least we’re not going very fast and have all our gear on.” Once the front tire made it onto clean pavement, the bike straightened right up as if nothing had happened. Sooze asked me, “What in the world was THAT?!” We were wide awake, to say the least. Here is where we did the slapper – you can see where the front tire did its thing.
This one is in South Haven, MI.
Kinda behind where this picture was taken is a campground, right on the beach. There were a few takers, but there were plenty of open spots.
This kinda makes you think a bit…
We were able to walk all the way to the end of the pier on this one – no guard rails, no nothing, so watch yer step!
It was getting later in the afternoon, so we decided to head into town and see if they had any trash ‘n trinkets, and to find a coffee shop for an afternoon cup ‘O joe.
While it wasn’t very busy while we were there, we imagine that during the summer the place is a tourist trap.
After imbibing some coffee and a tasty chocolate chip cookie, we headed on to our next lighthouse of the day.