|Waiting for boats to go by|
|3 bikes ready to go with 1 out of commission|
|Commemorating the actual crew members from the movie "The Perfect Storm"|
|A pier in Gloucester|
We rode along a road that was labeled “private road” to get a better view of the ocean. Amanda and DirtGrll felt a wee bit sketched out by it, but Kamala reassured us that the rich folk put it up there only to deter undesirables when in fact anyone could legally travel along this road.
|Notice the rich folk's house in the background?|
|Trying to stay hip in Rockport|
|Many artists have painted this portrait|
|After soaking in the scenery, we stopped over in Essex to grab a bite|
|Mmmmmmmmmm deep fried. So much for trying to stay healthy.|
On the way back to DirtGrll's home, it was my turn to ride pillion. I was so tired I fell asleep numerous times. Amanda kept elbowing me in the stomach to prevent me from falling over to the side when in fact I was actually trying to lean with the bike whenever I felt it turn...well...at least that's what I thought I was doing.
The fog’s just lifting. Throw off your bike cover; throw off your kickstand. You head out to the East Coast, down the
Blue Ridge Parkway, . Past Florida where I went to Disney World as a kid. Honk your horn and throw a wave to the fellow rider on route 17. Then the birds show up: black backs, herring gulls, big dump ducks. The sun hits ya – head South. Open up the throttle – revvin’ now. The cylinder is busy; you’re in charge. Ya know what? You’re a goddam Adventure Rider! Is there anything better in the world? Orlando