Last Sunday we went on the benefit ride for Cystic Fibroses. We started at the Manchester meeting place, met up with about 80 bikes, and departed for Gunstock rendevous. This was the 10th annual ride, so we assumed they had police escorts. that was not the case, which made the ride a bit, well, interesting, to say the least. I won't go into detail or admit any wrong-doing (just in case there are any law enforcement types reading this), but at one point, when we were stopped at a stop light, I may have remarked to WS "I've never broken so many traffic laws in a 35 minute period."
Ah well, we made it in one piece and got fed, while listening to a band that did a pretty good job of covering rock tunes (and, they trew in an original or two).
I did take fa few pictures, so let's get to it:
We stopped about 1/2 way thru the ride so folks could use the rest rooms and get coffee to warm up. It was in the low 50's, dark and windy, and apparently some people did not dress warmly enough. Me, I went with long underwear, jeans and heavy winter riding pants for the lower portion. My torso got t-shirt, heavy sweatshirt with a high neck, my heavy leather jacket. Then of course there were the lined gloves and neck gator, along with the lined leather hadband for my forhead and ears. I was nice and toasty warm. While others were running for hot drinks, I was taking off clothes.
This is a picture of the bikes lined up at the rest stop. We ended up about 1/2 in the pack. This is a picture to the right of me, with my bike being at the very left corner. WS's bike is the next one to the right.
To the left of my bike (the windshield pouch in the foreground is WS's).
An orange Street Glide had ended up directly behind me when we left the rest stop. Once we got to Gunstock, I saw it was one of two other lady riders in the group. Unfortunately the picture does not convey the true beauty of her bike - it has gold accents that change color at different angles and lighting.
Someone from another group (there were several groups that left from different parts of the state) had a beautiful bike that was painted in memory of 9-11. Whoever the artist was did a fantatstic job.
There was also a trike called Copperhead (CPRHEAD was the license plate), that was with our group.
After the raffle drawings, we left and headed home. Fortunately this wasn't a group ride, so we made our way a litlle less enventful than the ride up. We had a good time, but if we participate next year, we will most likely find another starting spot or just ride up and meet everyone there so I am not (allegedly) making comments about traffic law breakage again.
Bogie--Oh, horrors! Does this mean I have to disown you? And I was so proud, just a day or two ago. *chuckling*
Sorry about the missing escort. By next year, I can get a light bar and siren installed so that I may come up to help.
Glad you got there in one piece. Beautiful photos!
Posted by: Cop Car | October 23, 2011 at 12:07 PM