Is The Glass Half Full or Half Empty?
I will explain later how my mind perceived this question and how it relates to riding on two wheels. But first want to say we had a great turn out for the ride this week. The parking lot began to fill at 5:20 and we even had a few new faces in the group.
With the thermometer peaking out at 53 we figured we would get rolling as close to 6:00 as possible and as normal I held the group up as everything seems to happen at 5:30 on Wednesday for me. Once we did get going we rolled out onto Peach Street and ventured the back roads (click for map) through the farming communities until we hit Route 6 and eventually Route 89.
It was this stretch of road where I was searching for a topic to write about this week, when all of a sudden a mileage marker stood out like a black bear in a herd of albino sheep. The marker said 14 miles to Northeast… Simple enough but to someone driving in a car they would say “Oh Man, another 14 miles, 15 more minutes of this and I will finally be there”. But for me, I thought “Wow, that’s it? Only 14 miles, man I could go for another 30”. It is hard to explain to those who have not had the fortune to ride on 2 wheels the freedom and change of mindset it can put you in. And as the daily grind awaited me Thursday morning I knew I had a choice to look at things as though I was driving in a car (glass half empty) or motoring along on 2 wheels (glass half full). I hope others share their experiences and how every ride can be a mini vacation.
The effects of the lake are remarkable, as we hit Colt Station the temperature had to have dropped 15 degrees instantly. The group rolled into one of our favorite stops of the year, Freeport Restaurant in Northeast. We were greeted by some past riders, who must like our company as they drove out to the restaurant to meet us.
Again the waitress had her hands full and of course our group likes to have a good time so hope we didn’t annoy her too much. Freeport has always been the small lake side place where you knew no matter what you ordered off the menu it was going to satisfy your tastes and fulfill your appetite.
The specials stood out and so Rick had one and I had the other. Whisky Walnut Chicken with fresh cut fires reminded me of an unusual combination I use to loath when I lived in the south, waffles and deep fried chicken. I know it sounds strange but once you have either of these dishes your mouth will water the next time you even think about having them again.
Rick went top shelf with the Surf-N-Turf and was handed a plate that had no short cuts on it. Everything was fresh and hot and plentiful. As the group waddled away from another great Wednesday night dinner we mounted our chariots and rolled out back home. As riders peeled off the group to go their respective ways it came down to two, Rick & I. And for the balance of the ride back to the shop to park the iron horses we enjoyed the friendship and freedom of riding together.
Look forward to rolling out with another great group as we venture to Crowley’s in Girard, and if the cards play out right we might even see the guy who gives Rick and I the opportunity to do this every week, of course I am talking about Gary and his wife Christine.


