'I Feel The Need....

"I feel the need, The Need For Speed!" Goose and Maverick

End Of Day Two

We're in Littleton New Hampshire. After 2 days and 1150 km of hard riding, 2 days of relentless sunshine and endless roller coaster rides, we're done....... for now. Tomorrow brings another day, and the forecast says it's going to be our third day in a row of severe clear, nothing but blue sky, nice pavement, and a surprise around every corner. I took a wrong turn yesterday coming through Adirondack Park in upper New York State. It resulted us exiting the park on the wrong side almost 150 km from where we had intended. Jennifer seemed a bit annoyed about it until she understood that it meant we got to make one more run through the park. She wound up leading us in a pell mell charge down a road alongside a lake that seemed to go on forever. We missed the ferry across Lake Champlain and went another 100 km down another series of twisting roads to get us to a bridge to bring us to Middleville, a university town where we spent the night.

Ten and a half hours, 729 kilometers. None of it in a straight line.

We were up bright and early this morning, well, at least, I was up early, though none too bright. The other two were still asleep when I limped out the door in search of coffee. It wasn't long before we were on the road, and day 2 was even better than the first. We didn't rack up the mileage like we did the first day, but we still had a lot of fun. We ran Smugglers Notch in both directions, climbed and ran down more mountain passes than I could count, rode from the bottom of Vermont, across the top of the state on highway 105 (One of the top 10 motorcycle roads in North America), and after accidently discovering highway 102 which was even better than the 105, finally made it into New Hampshire.

It's been a perfect 2 days. It's an in between season, the summer crowd is long gone, the fall leaf crowd hasn't shown up yet, and the roads are practically deserted. Sunshine, (mostly) smooth pavement, good company, incredible scenery, friendly locals, cheap fuel, and cheap vodka.

God, I Love America! To visit, not to live here.

Tomorrow the forecast is for another day of severe clear. Warmest day yet, no clouds, no precip. Our goals for the day are simple: climb Mount Washington, go fast, have breakfast, lunch, dinner, and find another liquor store, we're running low on vodka. We're going to to run the road through the middle of White Mountains State Park, and may even make it into Maine. Or not. Maybe a sign on the side of the road will catch our interest, and we'll wind up somewhere else. Jennifer has to back to work on Tuesday, Mark has to be back for work when he gets back, and I'm still doing my best to make sure Work, doesn't find Me.