12:55PM - Foreplay.
|
|
12:55PM - Foreplay. |
|
|
There was a buttload of traffic today. I had hoped to arrive about a half hour early so I could scout out the town. I ended up arriving only five minutes early. I figured the rest would be a little late, so I took some time taking pictures of Pennsylvania in spring for those who are curious. The town of Intercourse is surrounded by churches, farms, and Amish people. |
|
|
In order to ensure that condominiums can be packed as tightly as possible, it is customary to plant crops for a couple of centuries in the location you intend for the condos. This site is almost ready. |
|
|
|
There was a really cool Chrysler 300E in the parking lot of the restaurant. Here are pics. Cool car. |
|
|
|
Here are N0EQL and John riding in. N0EQL (David) is in front. N0EQL is on a Wing, and John is on a K100. Zoom, zoom, but not quite at Morrow speeds. |
|
|
The biker gang. This pic courtesy of the restaurant owner, John Dienner. |
|
Favor returned. Meet John Dienner. |
|
LdeInRedd's friend Mike shows up on a shiny Harley. This being the NART tour, a Harley joining the leg was a given. |
|
LdeInRedd (Barbara) shows up on a just-as-shiny Vulcan 800. |
|
Yup. Every biker but me can get their ride in half a space. |
|
LdeInRedd starts the signing in earnest. We all agree to do the deed before things get sloppy in Intercourse. (WHEN THE FOOD COMES!...er, uh, arrives) |
|
Even at very low resolutions, it's easy to pick out where Tim signed. |
|
N0EQL signs the shirts. |
|
Dave's friend John signs. |
|
Mike signs. |
|
Group photo op. Nothing like sharing Intercourse among friends. |
|
Once again, one of Sunny's flags on proud display for a NART leg. This one's on Dave's bike. |
The forecast was for a day of rain and thunderstorms. I checked the local radar and I was a little skeptical. I decided to don the full rain gear just in case.
I left at 10:30 AM for a 1PM meeting, figuring this would allow me plenty of time to take some of my favorite roads up into PA and still have plenty of time to tool around town and check the place out before the others showed up. An amazing collection of blue-haired Town Car drivers destroyed that plan. It was amazingly torturous - I'd follow one Town Car at 10 under the speed limit to a traffic light. They'd wait like 20 seconds, then make a right on red. My mood would elate as I anticipated a clear road ahead. Just before the light turns green in my direction, another Town Car comes from the right and turns in the direction of my travel. Over and over. Oh the pain.
I checked in at the restaurant to see if any others were there. When I asked the cashier for the time, she said it was 5 to 1. I said, "oops, I came early." She didn't even flinch. That's too bad.
Shortly, Dave and John showed up. We chatted a bit about bikes, and pretty soon Barbara and Mike showed up.
We concurred that, since Intercourse was on the agenda, a Burger King just wasn't going to seal the deal. So we decided to eat at the Family Cupboard. We had a few sandwiches and got to know each other for a good long time. It's a nice group of people, author excluded. Barbara reminded me a lot of one of my best friends. David was very pleasant and a good conversationalist. John had lots and lots of cycling stories and a strong interest in all the bikes and bikers. Mike didn't spit on any of us even one time for not riding Harleys. For the record (take note Tim, Thumper, Bob Mann, Odinn, RGD), he's had NO mechanical issues with his Harley.
We took a group photo and decided to split up. Barbara and Mike entered Intercourse shirtless, and ended up leaving for Delaware with apparel in their hands. I headed west with David and John. We pulled in at a "Turkey Hill" where we were going to split off. David and John gave me a tip on a really nice ride back to Baltimore. We chatted for a long time and then split up. The ride home was completely sublime.
I have to say that the weather for the ride ended up being absolutely perfect. The weathermen called for rain all day, but, check the pics, it was really nice out. What you can't quite make out is that it was about 70F - just about perfect weather if you want to wear all your protection. Everyone was, too. Definitely don't want to be caught in the middle of Intercourse with people you barely know without wearing all sorts of protection. It's pretty cool to be in a helmet-optional state, and run into a bunch of folks all wearing the right stuff.
NAAAART!
