Friday

A rather boring morning on Friday, I woke up too early and worked around the house, (laundry and other such fun chores). Charlene had a date with Mike, he was planning a little fluid exchange with her but that wasn't going to happen until 9am. So I jumped on her and headed down the road..picked up smokes and stopped at the Dunkin at 117 and 184 for coffee. While I was there Carey arrived, his ultra large rte 27 in Mystic coffee was nearing the end of it's existence and the cup needed refilling. We stood around flapping our gums for a while then my ride showed up. Gerry arrived so I could drop Charlene for the three hours at Mikes. I was glad he brought the truck, the thought of riding bitch for the next few hours was not something I wanted to do. (It is strange though how squeamish bikers have become, image conscience to the extreme, in the 70's no one gave a second though to having a guy on the back of the bike or jumping on behind someone else. It got you where you wanted to be).

I dropped Charlene off and having no idea what to do for three hours we went to Norm's for breakfast. It is funny how fast a public place with a radio on and background noise goes from being real loud with people talking to dead silence when the power goes out. The diner came to a stilled hush, Brenda stepped outside and yelled over to Paul's across the street to confirm that everyone was out of juice not just the diner. She came back into the tomb like quiet of the diner and said, "What the hell is everyone being so quiet for?, You can talk when there's no power."

After lunch we killed the next two hours by watching the trains roll through and the Submarine Base Police launch a gunboat under the bridges. With the waiting period over we headed to Mikes to pick up Charlene. I followed Gerry to his house so he could pickup his Road King, we fueled up in Old Mystic then took 27 to route 1 in Mystic and followed that east into Rhode Island. We cruised Watch Hill and Misquamicut, the beach area of th road had some fine looking young fillies but I am sure there were a hell of a lot more on the water side of the dunes. Unfortunately not only is it a pain to cruise a touring bike over sand dunes and down the beach but I believe the local Constabulary frown on it.

We cruised Weekapaug, then 1 and 1a each until we hit RI rte 110. we then headed up 110 to 138 to 2 to 102 to 3 and stopped at The Middle of Nowhere for eats at around 330. Then it was 3 to 138 across the woods and yards to Clarks Falls road in North Stonington and 184 to center Groton where we stopped for coffee before splitting up and heading home.

Having a work day off was just what I needed, Just one day and it worked wonders.