Well, the unplanned Colorado adventure got me to thinking about unplanned rides. While mine does not have the curves, dirt roads and vistas (whadda yah expect, I live in Ohio). Let's all post an unplanned ride or trip here.
My house was the site of the family Christmas reunion. This does not happen often in our family. My sister and kids, my parents, more siblings and kids and we were overrun. Finally everyone slowly cleared out. A weekend came along just after New Years. It was mostly clear, threats of participation from the west. But the roads were dry and clear, the white was just salt dust. I looked at my lady and said I needed to go for a ride.
Temp was somewhere just under freezing. I saw a few flakes as I headed out, but I had looked at the weather map, as long as I didn't stay out too long, I should be fine. I jumped on I90 east figuring to go 15 or so miles then hit some back roads. It felt good to be cruising along on the K at a healthy pace. Sure, now and then I got strange looks, but hey.
As I approached the exit I had intended to take I started thinking, hey PA isn't far away. So I put my head down and kept going east. Once in PA I was thinking
, where to now... hey, NY isn't far away, so I kept on streaking east. I got to NY and started thinking........
Ha, no, VT or Mass were too far. I wasn't sure where to exit the NY Thruway, but hey, it didn't matter, I have an EZ Pass on the bike. Well, I got to the Buffalo area and stopped off for a cup of coffee. I called home, good news is it wasn't snowing or raining there....... yet.
I turned around and headed back west, confident the helmet therapy was washing away the stress of the last week or so. Of course, I was now getting much stranger looks from the people in their ski jackets in the closed up and heated cage when they realized my plates indicated I was from 2 states away.
No, it was not the vistas, it was about helmet time unless you enjoy the view of snow covered fields. It was the time with myself in the helmet that I enjoyed so much.
I did not hit any precipitation on the way home, it was the perfect day for a ride.
When I got home my lady relayed a conversation she had with my son.
Him: Dad there
Him: Where is he?
Her: for a cup of coffee
Him: Oh, he went for a ride, tell him I called if he comes home.