Labor Day Weekend 2007, One Wrong Turn or How I Met a Girl in a Gay Bar
The boat was offline.
Family plans were sketchy.
A Ride was Mandatory.
Called a riding bud at 0730, he needed xfer cycle-reg. from NJ to PA so a ride across the river was in order.
Riding bud finally shows at 1230...freakin bald-headed, hungover, slowazz, sleepin-in-late muffinhead that he is. A call to the Registration Agency confirms operational hours until 1500, we're good to go.
A quick check for appropriate riding gear, planning to get some miles in today both backroads and Interstate. Long pants, jackets, backprotectors, full gloves (tough even typin that word these days), picked the HJC clamshell cause the heat index was gonna be up a little.
Several twisties thru quickly diminishing farm country in central jersey gets you to the old concrete highway along the Delaware River, Rte 130. North or South your choice of bridges over to the Commonwealth, we opted for higher speed turnpike travel. Toll stops without EZ Pass put you at risk for a spill everytime, loads of oil...just takes a little water. Toll collectors will tell you the big bikes go down there all the time.
Moderate pass down the PA turnpike, just out pacing traffic by a bit, nothing crazy. Law Enforcement was keeping a high profile and this isn't exactly the best place for a lapse in discipline. Ten minutes later it's onto Lincoln Highway, dealing with Mall traffic on a holiday weekend, people cutting you off left and right and the oh so much fun drop from 55mph into a 25mph decreasing radius finishing blind at a stop light. More mall traffic, a few wrong turns and we find the place....closed 90 mins early in observance of the Holiday. Great...well, it was just an excuse to get out anyway and now we've got the chance to re-use the same rationale when missing half a day of this shortened work week. A japanese steak house is cited and it's time to get out of the sun, have a cool beverage and fantasize about subservient women.
So the two bikerguys sit down at the grill for some habachi style, have their drinks by the made to order, just off the plane, first time serving customers
greenpea waitress and hang out until enough guest show for the funny guy w/ the tall hat can smack the spatula. Four women take their seats, nuns as it turns out. (uh huh) I love it when a plan comes together