Saturday was a bust, well, it was kind of a bust. Tropical depression Noel promised to make NYC and points north windy and wet. Windy, yes. Wet, not really. Oh well, at least i got some grocery shopping done. A quick change of plans at the last minute confirmed everyone was a go for Sunday, and we picked up two more. The gang was in order. Mr. Tessler, our friend Orlando, everyone's favorite deadhead Snoone and that Hudson River dweller with the rapier wit, Randal Island.
Six AM dawned as it usually does for me, a bit roughly. [rewind]I had actually completely forgot about daylight savings and a "lucky" bout of insomnia and a quick scan of ADV helped set me straight. I bumped the clock back to 1 AM, and went to bed. [/rewind]
A little packing, a quick check to make sure my escape route to the upper west side was not impeded by any last minute NYC Marathon changes (the route traverses the 5 boroughs, including the street in front of my apartment and all the bridges i normally take to anything above 50th St in Manhattan). Route clear, bike checked and gassed, i headed over to W 96th to meet Tessler and Orlando.
Departure from the Exxon station went smoothly and we made our way out of the city, up the Henry Hudson Parkway to the Saw Mill to the Taconic (these are just a bunch of narrow highways for cars and motorcycles only that get you about 40 miles out of the city). After a nice ride through Ridgefield CT, we stopped for breakfast and met up with Snoone.
and one with your ugly narrator
after a great little breakfast (sorry, no food pics from this rider, i'm a bit "bored" of them) we headed north to meet with Randall. I really didn't get many scenery shots, cause well, you've all seen trees and mountains and rivers and things before. We arrived in the little hamlet of Kent CT, more up near the MA border. Here we found Randall sitting amongst a bunch of other bikers, they took off and he was the only one left
here's us parking in preparation for meeting up with Mr. Island. I parked backward, woops.
after a quick gas-up (my "sport" bike doesn't hold much gas) we headed north a few miles to a local waterfall.
we had some R bikes:
and some K bikes:
and a waterfall:
here's our little group. jon is explaining color saturation in digital cameras (yawn ) to (L-R) Randall, Orlando, Mitch (Snoone) and on the end is Mr. Tessler
after this, Mitch took the lead and we headed up into Massachusetts for a brief stint before veering west back into New York. we stopped for a quick fuel and snack break. oh, btw, to the cute, attractively dressed girl on the sweet CB 400 at the gas station north of copake ny: if you happen to frequent BMW forums for no good reason, please get back to me.
anyway, i managed this group shot as we cruised south in ny. from the front is Jonathan, Snoone, Orlando and "old one sidebag Randall"
one more stop, for some espresso based drinks (and a coffee). there was a W8 powered Passat between our bikes, not a common car.
also, here is a nice study in contrast. Randall's 85' K100 and my 99' R1100S. Randall has had his bike for a long time, spent many years outside in Idaho and NYC, it is a nice weathered well loved bike, some would call it a "rat", maybe, but i think it's awesome, and it's the only good sounding K i've ever heard! my bike on the other hand spent its life in heated garage splendor till 2005. in my hands, it has seen a mixture of garage, parking lot and now street parking. it is starting to wear, fasteners getting a little rusted, the luster and shine is somewhat gone. i'd love if i held on to it for as long as Randall has his, that it would look just the same. i kind of can't stand shiny old bikes all the time
we parted ways here, Randall for home, Mitch, with us for a bit, then off west, Orlando, Jon and I back to the city. due to the marathon, i had to take a bit of a roundabout route to Brooklyn, through the bottom of Manhattan, but it twasn't too bad.
thanks for a great day buddy, i'll be back up to cover you up in a few, after you cool down