Now it seems like a dream. Were we really out on the road two weeks ago? Was it really that warm and dry and pleasant? Even though the weather has temporarily corralled the bike back into the garage those few riding days in mid-March were just delicious. Not only was the open road refreshing to the mind and body but the destinations were delightful, too.
I don't know where your bike heads when you go out for an impromptu ride but ours always seems to sniff out a diner, a pub, or an ice cream stand. I'm sure others find this happens too. Unless, of course, you're reaching for 600 miles a day so you can get to your planned destination. Those trips are a different kind of beast and certainly offer their own wondrous benefits such as vistas unknown, mileage milestones, and perhaps the company of hundreds or thousands or even scads of other bikers if your journey ends at a rally like Daytona or Laconia. But here we're talking about the evening ride after work or the daytime jaunt on a sunny afternoon. Planning is totally optional and at times is downright not welcome.
On the Friday after St. Patrick's Day the sun was fine and the temps were accommodating. We left our driveway bent on a north-south loop that would take us through Burton, Hiram and beyond. We always leave the plan a little open ended so we can adjust our course to suit our stomachs, bladders or whimsy wishes. Sure enough – though originally we thought we would push out towards Hartville and visit the Country Kitchen our rumbling stomachs shortened our trip and we headed over to Garrettsville. And what do you know – we found a pub we hadn't been to before - Sean's Pub & Eatery. Decent place – unpretentious, wood interior with Irish fare anchoring the menu and cheap suds. Can you beat that? I don't think so.
Our usual custom of heading home a different way than we came took us up Rt. 168 out of Parkman back to Burton. Now's that a beautiful ride across the countryside.
I wonder where the bike will take us next.
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