The day started a little cool, Earl had come through and while it didn't do much in regards to wind and rain it did blow the humidity out of the area. I stepped out the door into the sun and thought warm, ok, grabbed my vest, threw it over my tee and hit the road, I hadn't contemplated shade, the ride to Montville was a tad...cool. As a matter of fact I saw a number of leather jackets arrive...and one set of chaps. By 10am the weather had warmed a little more and a lot of the leather dissapeared into backpacks and saddlebags.
There was a slight delay to the 10am departure (Tom was comparing Canada trips with the owner of a 1966 Harley), once the present came back into view he called a riders meeting and the crew saddled up and headed to North Stonington to meet anyone from that area and to acquire munchies for those who had not brought a picnic lunch along.
Departing there we headed east on Back roads and main roads across the great state of Rhode Island to Jamestown and Beavertail.
Arriving at Beavertail and after assuring Steve Natale we had not gone the wrong way and there is more than one Verrazano bridge, the club climbed onto the cliffs to get out of the wind and have lunch.
Looks like something from Jacques Cousteau doesn't it.
"Ze seabirds line ze walls of ze Cliff face in preparation of zare nesting ritual...many will fall off the rocks...and die."
Philippe moves to get a better photo angle.
Two of These strange Birds have spotted his movement and alert the rest of the flock
Philippe has moved towards ze vater to get a better angle not knowing he is in zee Seagull Refuse area.
As this is all going on, the Old Man of the sea looks on in amusement.
With the day coming to a close, we leave the weird creatures to their rituals as Calypso heads towards the sea ...blah blah blah...(I miss that show)
Any-who Done sitting in the sun.
The club once again jumped on their bikes and headed for the open roads and of course Ice Cream...in Salem, Ct.
And this is where our story comes to a close. I can report very little of their ride from this point to ice cream because as the Parade stopped for fuel the Adamseses and myself passed them, crossed over the narrows and picked up rte 1a making a stop to check out the water wheels at the Snuff Mill, then rode up through Wickford, East Greenwich and Appanoag to I-95 and Warwick for Dave to Drool over dreams of Ultra Classics, 6 gallon fuel tanks, and fairings at Ocean State Harley Davidson. Then it was a blast down I-95 to exit 6 Coventry and onto rte 3 past Ocean State Harley Davidson (the other one) and into Hopkinton for Dels Lemon Ice. A short repose there and we headed west on 3 past the Enchanted Forest Amusement area, (More Forest than Enchantment) and pulled up at Bobs for another dream and drool session.
After cleaning off the window we remounted the bikes, and after Dave scared the crap out of Margo we headed through Westerly and into Pawcatuck where we picked up 234 west and took that through the hills and dales (different Dale) and curves to Old Mystic. We jumped on route 184 and after a mile or so I broke left, leaving the Adamseseses to ride off into the setting sun.
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