Lunch: Blessing or Curse?
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Well, it finally seems like the riding season is here without any more interruptions, like a snowfall! Kasey and I were in the garage, working on the pad for her floorboard, when Jim Easyrider rode up the driveway.
The meeting spot was the Thornton's on Washington Street, so we headed over there to wait for any others to join us. I wasn't expecting many, as this was the first warm weekend of the year, and I could see a lot of Weekend Warrioring going on.
Carl was the other rider that showed up, and he was missing a bolt in his floorboard. Some duct tape secured it, and after a few more minutes, we hit the road.
This ride would be a shorter ride to go grab lunch, usually at a place that any of us had been. I had done some research on the internet, and selected a place in Anderson, Indiana.
We headed east on Washington Street and then turned south on Franklin Road. Then headed east again on Prospect. This would be less traveled by others, and fewer traffic lights to make our way out of town. Actually, it was a nice ride, and we headed north to get back on US 40 by the way of Munsie Street.
Just west of Greenfield, we veered north, and eventually joined up on Fortville Road. This is another favorite road of mine, and has a wonderful spot of houses surrounding a lake. Again, another place I could live. A jet ski was idling along the water today, as the temps were to break over the 80 degree mark once again.
We took SR 238 west out of Fortville, and around some of the construction, and then onto Connecticut Road. For an area that is thought of as flat farmland, this is a wonderful road. It meandered through woods, with nice lifts and drops.
We cruised along a county road, and one called Fall Creek until we pulled into the town of Pendleton, Indiana. Huntsville, and Ridgeview would carry us out of town, and then Main Street for Anderson. We were heading north into town.
With the place in sight, and no way to get there, I was beginning to wonder about the city designers of Anderson. About twenty feet before an intersection, the road goes one way, the opposite direction. The only option was to go through a strip mall parking lot, then make two squares around two diagonally opposed blocks to get into the parking lot.
The place didn't look like much, and proudly displayed a sign that it doesn't take checks or credit cards. Across the street sat a Lee's Famous Chicken. It was much busier, and appeared to be mostly church traffic. We had second thoughts before we stepped our destination.
Have you ever been in one of those places, where their main product is service, and you seem to be bothering them when you place your order? Well, that seemed to that kind of place. The one guy working was in no hurry to get anything. In fact, he brought out our food before our drinks. Even though their was a machine in plain site, he made them in the back?
As we were about to take off, in moved the rain, a heavy down pour! I got the helmets off the bike, and we sat inside waiting for the micro-burst to pass. The guy in the pizza parlor we were eating in, actually became friendly, asking more than once about refills.
We headed out of town on wet streets. They would be dry soon, as the sun was coming out and heating up the air once again. We headed north to 8th street, and then headed west out of town. By the time the neighborhoods gave way to farmland, the road was dry, and not even a sign of puddling. It didn't rain here, and we are barely a couple miles from where we just broke bread.
Eighth Street winds out into the country, and becomes Strawtown Road. We made out way through the farms until we got to SR 37. This would lead us south into the north edge of Noblesville, Indiana. Kasey and I turned on Promise Road, but Jim and Carl headed on south to go home.
We made our way along SR 38 and then Cyntheanne Road, arriving at 136th Street, and headed west. Oilo Road took us south, and across a portion of Geist Reservoir. Another turn back west, and we would cross over the reservoir surrounded by lush homes once again.
Boy Scout Road would take us back east and south, and allow us to us 56th Street to jog over to Franklin Road. From there, it was all south to Tenth Street, and back home.
So like a lot rides when you have never been to the destination, you don't know what you are going to get. With the traffic pattern, and the fact the place was not busy and seem inhospitable, I thought this lunch ride was cursed. The rain even furthered it, but then it became a blessing of shelter.
Well, it finally seems like the riding season is here without any more interruptions, like a snowfall! Kasey and I were in the garage, working on the pad for her floorboard, when Jim Easyrider rode up the driveway.
The meeting spot was the Thornton's on Washington Street, so we headed over there to wait for any others to join us. I wasn't expecting many, as this was the first warm weekend of the year, and I could see a lot of Weekend Warrioring going on.
Carl was the other rider that showed up, and he was missing a bolt in his floorboard. Some duct tape secured it, and after a few more minutes, we hit the road.
This ride would be a shorter ride to go grab lunch, usually at a place that any of us had been. I had done some research on the internet, and selected a place in Anderson, Indiana.
We headed east on Washington Street and then turned south on Franklin Road. Then headed east again on Prospect. This would be less traveled by others, and fewer traffic lights to make our way out of town. Actually, it was a nice ride, and we headed north to get back on US 40 by the way of Munsie Street.
Just west of Greenfield, we veered north, and eventually joined up on Fortville Road. This is another favorite road of mine, and has a wonderful spot of houses surrounding a lake. Again, another place I could live. A jet ski was idling along the water today, as the temps were to break over the 80 degree mark once again.
We took SR 238 west out of Fortville, and around some of the construction, and then onto Connecticut Road. For an area that is thought of as flat farmland, this is a wonderful road. It meandered through woods, with nice lifts and drops.
We cruised along a county road, and one called Fall Creek until we pulled into the town of Pendleton, Indiana. Huntsville, and Ridgeview would carry us out of town, and then Main Street for Anderson. We were heading north into town.
With the place in sight, and no way to get there, I was beginning to wonder about the city designers of Anderson. About twenty feet before an intersection, the road goes one way, the opposite direction. The only option was to go through a strip mall parking lot, then make two squares around two diagonally opposed blocks to get into the parking lot.
The place didn't look like much, and proudly displayed a sign that it doesn't take checks or credit cards. Across the street sat a Lee's Famous Chicken. It was much busier, and appeared to be mostly church traffic. We had second thoughts before we stepped our destination.
Have you ever been in one of those places, where their main product is service, and you seem to be bothering them when you place your order? Well, that seemed to that kind of place. The one guy working was in no hurry to get anything. In fact, he brought out our food before our drinks. Even though their was a machine in plain site, he made them in the back?
As we were about to take off, in moved the rain, a heavy down pour! I got the helmets off the bike, and we sat inside waiting for the micro-burst to pass. The guy in the pizza parlor we were eating in, actually became friendly, asking more than once about refills.
We headed out of town on wet streets. They would be dry soon, as the sun was coming out and heating up the air once again. We headed north to 8th street, and then headed west out of town. By the time the neighborhoods gave way to farmland, the road was dry, and not even a sign of puddling. It didn't rain here, and we are barely a couple miles from where we just broke bread.
Eighth Street winds out into the country, and becomes Strawtown Road. We made out way through the farms until we got to SR 37. This would lead us south into the north edge of Noblesville, Indiana. Kasey and I turned on Promise Road, but Jim and Carl headed on south to go home.
We made our way along SR 38 and then Cyntheanne Road, arriving at 136th Street, and headed west. Oilo Road took us south, and across a portion of Geist Reservoir. Another turn back west, and we would cross over the reservoir surrounded by lush homes once again.
Boy Scout Road would take us back east and south, and allow us to us 56th Street to jog over to Franklin Road. From there, it was all south to Tenth Street, and back home.
So like a lot rides when you have never been to the destination, you don't know what you are going to get. With the traffic pattern, and the fact the place was not busy and seem inhospitable, I thought this lunch ride was cursed. The rain even furthered it, but then it became a blessing of shelter.
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