The temperature was a balmy 34.7 degrees when I left the nest and headed to the Pilot Station. The usual suspects had already arrived and were trying to stay warm prior to departure. Our mission was to get out and head north taking in as much as the season would allow(this could be the last ride). A quick jaunt through Hunterdon County and had us up on the mountain at Merrill Creek Reservoir and then through the Brass Castle section of Harmony. One of my favorites is a quick sprint down Lomerson-Glen Road to CR 519. Our progress was slightly hampered by an sick 70's Mach 1 Mustang apparently with fuel issues since it died at the bottom of the slalom.
A quick trip through Belvidere and a run up Ramseyburg Road to Hope deposited us on the infamous "Shades of Death Road" with a momentary glimpse of Ghost Lake. Utilizing some connectors to SR 94 we engaged CR 614 which converts to West End Road. Near the end there is a down hill tighty-righty with no signage to alert the unsuspecting of the dangerous curve ahead. Fortunately, we were prepared and scrubbed off enough speed for a safe entry/exit.
CR 521 delivered the crew up to Bear Swamp where made our turn and took off for CR 617 which is probably the least known of the twisties in Sussex County. Back to the center of Hope, and then a return to Belvidere where we crossed the Delaware River in search of some vittles.
River Road provides some very nice "carousel" type of turns where you can flip your bike from side to side without crossing the double yellow and really get a flash of euphoria. We rolled into TK's Grill in Mt. Bethel at about 1:45pm famished and ready to feed the furnace. Our waitress was quite attentive and remarked that the weather was very "nippley" when we mentioned that we came into warm up. The food was delicious and the portions were generous. RMB, rob1100r, and John headed north to cross at Portland while zaq123 and I headed back to Belvidere and a spirited romp up
I arrived home just prior to nightfall with 150 miles on the clock. Outside of an errant pickup truck full of hay, the very ill Mach 1, and a State Trooper who tailed us for a few miles to see if we would turn up the wick; there were zero obstructions to curtail our progress. Thanks to all who turned out on a very cool autumn day. Good roads, good food, and good friends.
I think the Holiday Wish List will include some heated gear.