Yesterday I went out for an early morning ride with 3 friends who also ride Triumph motorcycles. It was a sight to behold, three Bonnevilles and a Thunderbird. The ride was a classic from Bangor south to Winterport and then across to Brooks where we had breakfast at Ralphs's Cafe. What something so good is doing in Brooks, Maine is beyond me (no offense to Brooks, Maine). The pavement was all good and so were the people.
Our intent is to make the ride a regular activity once a every week or two. We are talking of a Facebook page. But what to call ourselves? Bonneville Lovers Of Bangor?
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
Odocoileus virginianus
Yesterday my friend (lets call him the Captain) and I went for a ride. Capt'n rode motorcycles in the old days but had a several decade long lapse until a month ago when he did the MSF beginners course and bought himself a Triumph Bonneville. His skills have improved markedly in this short month. Our goal was the lunch counter at the Enfield General store.
We left Orono and headed up route 16. He chose the ride and the large number of bumps in the road that we encountered north of state route 43 made me question his judgement. As we turned on to state route 116 the surface improved. 116 is a quiet road, less travelled than other N-S routes in the area. It parallels the Penobscot river and goes through the woods. We saw very few cars as we rode the 24 miles between Old Town and Howland, I think we actually saw more motorcycles.
As we were approaching Howland I noticed a relatively large white-tailed deer at the side of the road. I had no way to communicate with Cap. He braked abruptly and the doe crossed the road in front of him. Tragedy averted. I wanted to yell out that they always come in groups but I knew he wouldn't hear me. Just then a second deer leapt out of the woods and right in Cap's path. I thought he was going down. It was a very close call, but he saw the second deer all the way and avoided it.
Be careful out there!
We left Orono and headed up route 16. He chose the ride and the large number of bumps in the road that we encountered north of state route 43 made me question his judgement. As we turned on to state route 116 the surface improved. 116 is a quiet road, less travelled than other N-S routes in the area. It parallels the Penobscot river and goes through the woods. We saw very few cars as we rode the 24 miles between Old Town and Howland, I think we actually saw more motorcycles.
As we were approaching Howland I noticed a relatively large white-tailed deer at the side of the road. I had no way to communicate with Cap. He braked abruptly and the doe crossed the road in front of him. Tragedy averted. I wanted to yell out that they always come in groups but I knew he wouldn't hear me. Just then a second deer leapt out of the woods and right in Cap's path. I thought he was going down. It was a very close call, but he saw the second deer all the way and avoided it.
Be careful out there!
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