Labor Day continued with a ride from Alexandria to Annapolis to visit Cathy and John, and Whitehall near the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, which just so happens to be where they live.... Amazing place.
Cathy and John were kind enough to give Linda and Charlie a tour of the grounds, and I tagged along. I never get tired of seeing Whitehall, and each time I visit I see and learn something new. I won't attempt a history lesson, but the estate dates back to Colonial Maryland, built in 1760 by Provisional Governor Horatio Sharpe for his main squeeze. Or something like that. Check out the Whitehall link above, or Google it for more information. Interesting stuff and worth a little digging. Hell, for a few bucks or new set of tires for the Harley, I can get you a private tour!
But what's that got to do with motorcycles, right? (Horatio!? Yikes! Glad that ain't my name.)
So from there, off to Bamboo Bernie's Biker Bash and Bike Show and a blind date. Yes, I do it all. Both were a complete bust...I was late, the date got lost, and the event wasn't what it was pumped up to be. And there was an awful lot of bullshit going on that made it even more of a bust, but you gotta keep going, right? One foot in front of the other, and all that.....
So from there, off to Nabb's Creek Cafe to see Daddy's girl...my daughter Marianne! That's always good for a smile, and it worked like a charm. Cute ain't she. Now stay away! My pistol is always loaded.
And let's see....what was I writing.....er.......? Oh yeah!, after Nabb's, we hit Reckless Rics for more fun, and fun is what we had! Or at least I did. Some days you eat the bear and some days the bear eats you. BB's had some bad moments, but Nabbs and Rics took the sting out.
For Monday.....sorry, no pics.
We also hit a nice country road along the Shenandoah River (yes, River Road...trick name, right?) and then an even twistier one called Snickersville Turnpike. Turnpike? 5MPH corners, guys! One hairpin curve managed to suck my front wheel off the asphalt! How the hell did that happen?
And we ended the day checking out Jerry's 55 Chevy Pickup which was just too cool. And no, no pix of that either. Sorry.
And a great weekend, and a great summer, ends with a couple loads of laundry, a few chores around the house, and a lot of truly great memories I'll have forever. Got tighter with old friends, made some terrific new friends, and saw some places I never thought I'd see. Most of all, I got a chance to take a ride that most folks just dream about. That Southern Comfort ride was easily one of the best things I ever did.