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Posted on New London MC blog Friday, August 6, 2010
July 30th, 2010 – August 1st, 2010Friday, July 30th: El Presidente and menor left their residences' at 8:30 am en route to meet the club at Friendly's Restaurant off Exit 82 in Norwichtown. We pulled in the parking lot , Shot the shit for a while, then Tom rounded up the troops for a little Rider's Meeting. We saddled up on our bikes, I use the word “our” loosely because the bike I was on isn't “mine” but a loaner. We headed up I-395 N for Lincoln, New Hampshire. One hundred miles into the trip, we stopped in Massachusetts for fuel. We fueled up and pulled off to the side because we were waiting for another member to find where we were with her car. She arrived and we started to take off, but ...one problem. El Presidente's bike would not start (another Harley not heard from). Tom and Mark L tinkered with it a little bit, but to no avail, the bike was going nowhere. Luckily enough for The Prez and the rest of the group, there was a local Harley Davidson shop about 10 minutes from where we were. (Jim, has a theory as to why there are so many Harley Shops, “because sooner or later...they will all be dead on the road). Tom called the shop and within 10 minutes, the tow truck came to take my father's bike to the shop to be serviced. My father hopped in the truck with the guy, after it was loaded and off they went. The rest of us got on our bikes and then my bike wouldn't start. This was only a temporary thing because of a vapor lock thing Suzuki does. Tom came over and within 5 seconds and one push the bike started. With everyone started, off we went for the Harley shop. TWO HOURS LATER, my father's bike came out and we were on our way again to New Hampshire. We hit some 5 mph traffic and about 5:00 pm, we finally had arrived at the Indian Head Resort. We checked in and some of us went on a recon mission looking for some cocktails and beer for later. We came back to the hotel and met everyone else for dinner. Now, the evening begins. Some people spent some time in the pool after dinner, while others spent the rest of the night in their rooms. Let's just say some of the evening's activities involved two members being totally bombed, some playing drums on the table and some people “trying” to dance. I guess you will need to talk to the Road Captain because he tells the story the best. So, as usual, we closed out the bar, and everyone that was left went back to their room to crash for the night.
Saturday, July 31st:
El Presidente and company leave to go back to Connecticut because they wanted to be there for the MDA run. So the rest of us left about 10:00 am to head to North Conway. We first stopped at another Harley Davidson shop because someone had lost a pair of gloves after he left them on his trunk. We then stopped at a diner, “I Don't Remember the Name,” and had some lunch. This is after going up and down the road about three times trying to find a place to eat that could sit a large group. Everywhere we went, it was at least 30 minute wait to almost an hour. The place we stopped at I recommend to anyone who is in the area, this place has good food and good service. I am saying this after not receiving my New England Clam Chowder until I had already eaten my main coarse. Not the waitress' fault, but the kitchen's. Anyways, off we went back to the hotel. On the way back, we took the Kangamangus highway, which is always a fun road. We get back to the hotel, unwind for a little bit and met back up to go to dinner at a Italian Restaurant down the street where we had eaten last year. Upon arriving to the restaurant, there wasn't really any parking. Tom had led and I was in the second slot. We pulled in and picked a parking spot only to realize it would be tough to back out, so we decide to do a little off-roading. We parked and went in. While waiting for our food, some people had felt the need to move the tiles that were in the tables around. So the food had arrived, we ate, and off we went back to the hotel for the night. No shenanigans again like the previous night. Everyone went back to their rooms to rest up for the ride home. I went back to my room, drank my reserves, watched the Yankee game. Yes, the Yankee game. I was stoked because I was in New Hampshire and they had a channel that was broadcasting it.
Sunday, August 1st: The Ride Home
. We left the Indian Head around 9:30 am. Part of the way home, we took the Kangamangus again and tried it going in the other direction. We stopped for gas, and then later stopped for gas again where we had lunch at Burger King. We said our goodbyes and off we went home for Connecticut. I believe this was the first NLMC away trip this year we did not get one ounce of rain. After this trip, you wonder why this club is never invited back twice to anywhere. Frickin bikers! Stay tuned for the Rockport story.
JR
(I've noticed that JR takes the time to give a restaraunt his recomendation but never tells you the name of the place.)
klay
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