It was only 4C (39F) when I woke up Sunday morning. The weather geeks promised 13-14C (55-56F) by the afternoon so I suited up for the 10:00 AM meeting place. When I arrived about 20 riders were already there soon followed by others until we were 28 strong.
The club president usually takes the lead, but asked me to lead so he could ride in the pack and enjoy watching the long line of bikes flowing through the curvy road like a giant snake. I confess that I also get a kick out of that too.
This is some of the gaggle of bikes at the meeting place. You roll in and take a space with no intention of making the bikes look like they were on display.
You have seen most of the bikes before, but there were a couple of noteworthy machines this time.
This immaculate Suzuki Waterbuffalo was owned since new and still looks and runs that way.
This stunning Norton Commando also showed up and runs as good as it looks.
Our ride route took us inland through the rural farm country. The road is very smooth and curvy and we barely saw another vehicle. We had the road practically to ourselves. Since it was partly forests and open fields there are no sight worthy of pictures. We're there for the road.
We paused in a small rural community for a rest and parked the bikes in the fire station parking area.
Since some of the riders were leaving us at that point to go their own way, we lined up for a group photo. I'm in the middle with the red accent on my jacket. This is a vintage bike club, so as you can see, there aren't many "kids" among us
From there we turned toward the coast and home. We stopped in a coastal village for a pizza, but I was busy eating and didn't get any pictures
With our stomachs full we headed straight back to the cities on a pleasing coastal road. It was a great day, and it did warm up quite a bit, so it was quite comfortable. Everyone was dressed for it anyway.
It wasn't a long ride, 204 km's (128 miles) for me on my trusty BSA, but more or less for some others depending on where they lived.
The club president usually takes the lead, but asked me to lead so he could ride in the pack and enjoy watching the long line of bikes flowing through the curvy road like a giant snake. I confess that I also get a kick out of that too.
This is some of the gaggle of bikes at the meeting place. You roll in and take a space with no intention of making the bikes look like they were on display.
You have seen most of the bikes before, but there were a couple of noteworthy machines this time.
This immaculate Suzuki Waterbuffalo was owned since new and still looks and runs that way.
This stunning Norton Commando also showed up and runs as good as it looks.
Our ride route took us inland through the rural farm country. The road is very smooth and curvy and we barely saw another vehicle. We had the road practically to ourselves. Since it was partly forests and open fields there are no sight worthy of pictures. We're there for the road.
We paused in a small rural community for a rest and parked the bikes in the fire station parking area.
Since some of the riders were leaving us at that point to go their own way, we lined up for a group photo. I'm in the middle with the red accent on my jacket. This is a vintage bike club, so as you can see, there aren't many "kids" among us
From there we turned toward the coast and home. We stopped in a coastal village for a pizza, but I was busy eating and didn't get any pictures
With our stomachs full we headed straight back to the cities on a pleasing coastal road. It was a great day, and it did warm up quite a bit, so it was quite comfortable. Everyone was dressed for it anyway.
It wasn't a long ride, 204 km's (128 miles) for me on my trusty BSA, but more or less for some others depending on where they lived.
