Wasn't it a great weather day. The sun was shinning, the skies were blue with a cool but crisp chill in the air. The temps this morning were about 34 degrees, a real eye opener. But, alas, our hail and hearty group of rough riders still arrived at Mickey D's this fine Sunday morning at our usual time. Due to the crisp chill in the air, I had my snowmobile suit and thermal everything underneath to stay warm and very comfortable.
Our happy crew who joined us this morning, consisted of; assist rep ole Joel Gyurnek, trusty Bruce Hirsch, doctor Cary Levin, jumpin Joe Hughes, sergeant Russ Prichard, sweet Paulette & thundering Mark Brenton, gentleman George Riebesehl and yours truly.
The "Machine Shed" in Rockford got the call this morning for our fine dining cuisine.
It's off we go, hi ho, hi ho and away we go.. Bruce followed us in his four wheeler. The rest of us were on our big ole ponies, after all, they needed some exercise after being cooped up in their respective garages all week long. I took the lead and ole Joel did the sweep.
Because it was so late in the season on this fine late fall day, I decided to dispense with the usual back road trail blazing, and stayed with the more frequently used routes due to some possible slippery or wet conditions that our ponies might encounter. I wanted to make sure that their hoofs had great traction.
Upon arriving at our dining location, we were promptly seated. Let the socializing and shenanigans begin, and did it ever. The camaraderie was at its best, we achieved our finest hour of the best kibitzing that these rough riders had to offer.
The dancing of our chapter members, did dispense today, too bad. All of us were ready for a good ole fashion ho down.
It was my presents that maintained a low profile amongst our would be dancers, ole Joel, jumpin Joe and gentleman George. Incidentally, George did talk about Evelyn -- his new love.
After we filled our empty tummies, its off we go, our big ole ponies lay in wait in the coral, getting ready to go. As Mark & Paulette, doctor Cary and trusty Bruce did decide it was homeward bound for them, the remaining motley 5 decided, due to this gorgeous day, that more riding was imminent. Our wings just barked and bellowed, but did not kick up a fuss, saying lets go, we all need some running exercise.
I took the lead and assist rep ole Joel, did the sweep thing, as our direction did take us north, way north of the border into the dairy state. Eventually, we started to swing east, north, back east through the town of Clinton, and Lake Delevan, and into the tourist trap of Lake Geneva. It is there were we all stopped for coffee and some refreshments, also we had to empty our bladder. Naturally, our shenanigans with socializing started all over again at Mickey D's. But alas, all good things must come to an end, time's-a-waste'n, lets getty-up and go, hi ho, hi ho, it's off we go.
Soon thereafter, our destination was homeward bound, so our direction took us in a southerly direction, across the border into friendly Illinois.
Wow, what a great crew that I had the pleasure of riding with today. It just does not get any better than this. The good Lord and the weather man sure cooperated with us motorcyclist today. This late in the season, one cannot ask for any better weather then this.
In closing, our travels took us about 180 glorious and safe miles. How can one beat that. Great company, great weather and our wings were rarin to go!!
So until next time, lets everyone be super careful out there. Lets fine tune our driving habits according to the current weather conditions at hand.
Happy Holidays to all!!
Your unruly rep