Well a new year rolled in last night, some of us didn't roll in with it, some came home around 4am, but we still had a good turnout for the ride today. The weather may have been a key factor in the amount of people we had. The meet was set for 10am at The Shack in Groton, riding around early I stopped at Norms for coffee to kill time, and arrived at The Shack at about 940am. Pulling in I found a large number of the riders were already there with a few already inside eating. The Shack was packed and took us in in groups of 6, seven of the riders decided to head to Norms instead and had breakfast there. When those of of us who ate at The Shack finished eating we headed to Paul's TV to park and wait for the Norman group to finish eating and come out and play.
Once everyone was together the riders headed for Eastern Point beach in Groton Ct. to watch the weird get wet. As the Club arrived it became "The Show" to watch, everyone stopped what they were doing to wether film, take pictures or watch, let's face it, Motorcycles are cool. We stood around a while watching the prospective bathers get ready for their dash into the sea. The run went off on time with two of our members joining the splash, two brothers, Adams, the third watched from the shore with us. (I guess insanity doesn't run in the entire family).
After the plunge we again got on the sleds and headed out, once again we were the show, with cameras clicking and people waving we rode out, some of us heading home others to Dunkin at the Five corners for coffee. After visiting for a while some of those left with seven of us heading up Thames street to I95, over the river to 32. With a stop for fuel in Montville taken care of we headed up 32 to Raymond Hill rd, then 163 to Bozrah, across to 87 and 87 to Lebanon to visit Rick. Going through Montville the temperature on the bank clocks read 60 degrees, 60 on New Years day, who would have thought. Proceeding north into Bozrah there was a distinct temperature drop, and visiting with Rick it continued to cool even more.
Leaving Ricks we had Road Sargent Hagar the Horrible (Dave A) lead, he took us across 207 into Sprague, then 97 down to 395 where we jumped on the highway for the ride home, people dropping off as we went with myself and Chris riding alone til the 32 connector where I headed to New London and he home.
All in all a great day to have the bike out. until leaving Dunkin I had been running without chaps and cutoff gloves. Just a glorious day to be alive on a motorcycle.
Two notes of interest, two of the members had new rides today, Sue D. has here brandy new black Harley, (Very Pretty, both of them) and Dana had a new ride today (Not so pretty, can't take that boy anywhere)
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