This big yellow Honda fascinated me. It was just enormous! The thing had a reverse, stereo, GPS and Lord only know what else, probably a DVD player and a microwave. The rider said he was 76.
Wednesday, January 11th dawned clear and cold, just over freezing when I headed South to meet up with any other ROMEOs (Retired Old Motorcyclists Eating Out) hardy enough to venture out for lunch. As it turned out only Richard, the scooter guy, and I made the trip to meet up with a handful of other senior bikers at the Rusty Barrel Cafe in Towanda. About 18 showed up including one guy in a coat and tie who was celebrating his 69th birthday.
In addition to the cold we were bucking a 25mph South wind. Maybe that is why I ran out of gas after only 105 miles. Luckily we were only a few miles from Benton and I made it in on reserve. The tank took just over 3 gallons for a 35mpg average. A far cry from the 55-60 I was figuring on. As I understand it some bikes have gas gauges, what won't they think of next?
The Rusty Barrel was average; I didn't see any barrels, but they did have some nice Western art on the walls. The ride home was much more enjoyable as it had warmed up to the mid 50s and now we had the wind to our backs.
I stopped in McPherson to re-stock with Breakfast Blend at Java Johns (www.java-johns.com) and then dropped in on an old Post Office buddy. If you are interested, it is a major operation to take a whiz with chaps, jeans and long handles on.
On to Salina: Another bolt fell off the Enfield. This one was holding the front of the saddle down so from Lindsborg on I felt like I was in a rocking chair every time I hit a bump. No big deal, I'll just replace it with a Nylox. As I cruised into town from the South on old 81 hwy the temperature on the sign at Pestinger's read 66 degrees.
degrees. 226 miles, A great Royal Enfield day!
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