SPRING SHAKEDOWN SWARM 5/4/14
The first ride of the new season is officially in the books. there were three for breakfast at the Clinton Station Diner and it would have been five except for some detours and impediments trying to escape from the Big Apple on a Sunday morning. Being in the true spirit of a shakedown ride, it was all about getting the cobwebs out and getting back into the swing of things.
We departed the Pilot in an orderly fashion and warmed up the rubber on some local twisties. Iron Bridge Road is always a treat as it is down hill with the roadway becoming more and more narrow until you reach the bridge over the railroad tracks. At that point, you need to follow the leader over the edge because you really can't see which way the road goes on the other side. A quick trip through Asbury & Harmony led us to Belvidere and into the Keystone State where we followed the Delaware River North and caught some quality time in the carousel of farmland.
In order to bypass Bangor, the crew took some back roads near Lake Minsi over to Pa 191, passing the Appalachian Trail, and down Mountain Road. A slight detour through Cherry Valley dropped us off at Pa 611 where we followed a Corvette Club outing down Delaware River Drive to Portland. After strafing CR 609, we stopped for respite on CR 521.
One of the group wanted to get a shot of Shades of Death Road off of CR 610, so we stopped for a moment to catch our breath and take in the scenery. A short blast past Ghost Lake delivered us at Bear Creek in order to get some saddle time on West End Road. We were not disappointed with our selection with some fresh pavement, but you have to pay attention at the end due to a downhill "tighty-righty" which ends with a stop sign.
CR 521 is always a treat as are most of the roads in Sussex County. We passed the "Pumpkin House" on CR 636 and made our way up to Deckertown Turnpike for some sweepers then over to High Point via SR 23 where we threw out the anchors at the summit where a NJ State Trooper was waiting for some inattentive riders.
People were getting a little hungry at that point so we stopped at Pub 517 for some vittles. Lobster, Clams, Burgers, and a couple of pork chops the size of my hand fueled the furnace of the Biker Horde. Fuel was next on the list after which we split up with 3 heading East on Interstate 80 while Dean and I returned back toward the Pilot.
I returned home well before nightfall with 193 miles on the clock.
Thanks to all for coming out and a hearty welcome to arshishb.
Sckill & Abby
"FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS EARLY APEX."