Everyone met at the train at the designated time, and off we went south down Turnagain Arm.
The traffic was slow, a couple of pickups towing enormous boats and a couple of motor homes in full spring plumage
The road painting construction at the three lane made us
wait for a few moments, and we were way back in the line. By the
time we got to a place where I could get us around the last derelict pickup
truck spewing noxious gas I knew the pass would be tight. The truck seeing all our
bikes slowed way down and even pulled over to the shoulder so as to not only be
spewing us with noxious gas, but blasting us with tiny pebbles left over from winter.
Everyone made it but our sweep. A state trooper from somewhere in a unmarked trooper car pulled him over and cited him for un safe passing. We all pulled into one of the scenic pull offs, and waited for our sweep, thinking that the trooper would follow him to us, and site us all for some heinous violation of traffic law. We figured that the only thing that would save us from being sited was to take off our hermit’s so when the officer arrived upon seeing all of our gray hair he would feel bad aboot handing out tickets to so many senior citizens.
It worked, The trooper didn’t even pull in. He just drove by on the highway, slowly giving us the cop eye. He knew he would need back up to deal with us.
The rest of the ride to the shop in slowdoltna was well legal, mostly.
We knew that the shop would be serving free food! For its open house, and we knew they wouldn’t run out, well at least until the retired owner who was riding with us got something to eat, but we were expecting something better than a hot dog.
On the up side you could have more than one.
You do not need many reasons to ride to Homer. It’s a great
little hamlet at the end of the road. I have friends here, it is the shorebird festival
this weekend, and the local pizza place Starving Marvin’s has never disappointed
us…Well until today. Sarah from the
Anchorage shop who is riding with us this weekend is from Homer. Her parents
and siblings live here, all 10 of them. We called Marvin’s and reserved a place
for 21 people. When we arrived Sarah's family was already seated, and when we
walked into the dining room the hostess greeted us with “I have a sign that
says please wait to be seated” Ok next she was delivering a pizza to another
patron and we were blocking her way talking. Instead of a pardon me we got “GET
OUT OF MY WAY!” When we finally got seated she informed us that there would be
a room charge of $75.00 on top of our food and gratuity. As we were leaving she
said that Sarah's parents and family were ok and they could stay. We all walked out. 21 people, and found another
establishment that treated us all well even though we wore leather, and rode motorcycles.
The ride home on Sunday was foggy involved re-inventing a broken Triumph break lever, and was all legal except for when it wasn’t.
The ride home on Sunday was foggy involved re-inventing a broken Triumph break lever, and was all legal except for when it wasn’t.
Get Out Of My Way!
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