I was formally invited to a motorcycle ride by the Gold Wing Road Riders Association, Tacoma Chapter WA-F (F Troop), spin the wheel and your destination comes up, don't like it spin again for another six bucks. I signed up to ride with the other riders from McNeil Island. We began and ended at Crazy Larry's behind the BI, you have to be a local to know about where that is.
I had had my breakfast gruel, cups of coffee and a rare doughnut at the registration, I had greased the chain and filled the tires up to pressure for the day, we stopped to top off on our way out of town. Our destination was Ocean Shores and mission to pick up one dated receipt with Ocean Shores on it, round trip should be over two hundred miles. Six motorcycles, eight riders and the highway was made for us. Only one State Highway patrol, zapping our lead riders with a speed gun, but we were only around seventy when they hit the brakes and slowed the rest of us down.
One bank of fog and cold to slam into and ride under, wondering where the warmth and Sun had wandered off to - so we stopped at Starbucks for the charm of the tall blond behind the counter and hot coffee to wrap one's hand around. You see why I never get the girl, I wrap my cold fingers around the hot coffee.
Back on the road and our bikes were never cooled, running well and hot we finally reached Ocean Shores, topped off and stopped for lunch at the Harbor Port or was it the Home Port, since one of our riders was under age we had to keep clear of the bars and dives. I was only looking for more hot coffee and a mushroom burger with cottage cheese on the side. Lunch done and back out and on the bikes, different route back and finish up on time, one rider picked up a staple to flatten his front tire, but it didn't go completely flat. I won a pair of tickets to a Sounders game on the 30th of May, so I don't need to check my Lotto tickets - only so much luck in one's life, but it is good to have some along with the blessings.
Safe ride, good times and Spring is really here. High temperature was sixty something, low started around forty-two, the great Northwest will never compete with Florida, California nor Hawaii, but then it wouldn't want to.
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Sounds like a day well enjoyed Earl!
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