We started out early (think “retired early” – maybe 8:30] on our way west toward Colorado, one of our favorite places to ride. Our first stop is in Canonsburg where our son Ben’s family has set up shop. Very exciting doings here. Baby Liam is growing like a weed, and big brother Lucas just got fitted for hockey gear for learning to play today.
Our ride was not very exciting. 320 miles out the Pennsy Turnpikeas quick as we could. And only about $50 with EZ Pass. Such is progress.
We encountered a couple of folks who brightened the day. At a rest area west of Harrisburg we were resting our butts when we met a woman with three Corgeys. She was having a wonderful time watching her pups whiz around inside her car. We assume it’s her car. Not sure what she was thinking but she was sure having fun. Whatever floats your boat, I guess. It just stuck with me.
Then I met Tom on his big beautiful Harley and we got to talking. Of course we did the obligatory mutual admiration of our rides and shared a story or two. He told a tale of a friend of his that loved long rides. Really long. He did a trip from PA to Washington State then made a “detour” to Alaska. I mean, why wouldn’t you? Seattle to Fairbanks is only about 2,200 miles. Seems he had little in the way of gear, yet had thought to install a reserve fuel tank in one of his saddle bags. Wouldn’t it be invigorating to ride with a tank of 93 Octane fuel under your butt. But then, why wouldn’t you? What could possibly go wrong? According to Tom all was right at the end. There was no self immolation.
Sounds like a tall tale, but well told.
As I’m writing this we are planning an outing at the Pittsburgh Zoo and ice cream at Sarris’ Candy Shop, one my favorite places to get fat.
More tomorrow. And thanks for checking in!
Wandering Retirees 