2009 Soup Run: Day 3: Back Home Again...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The day would start early on the final day of Soup Run 2009 for us. The first stop was Frank's Diner in Kenosha for a garbage plate. This place was already popular enough, but when featured on Diners, Dives and Drive Ins, it got a shot in the arm. It was chilly this morning, with the temps hanging around 40 degrees. I layered up on the gear, and we headed into downtown Kenosha, Wisconsin.
Getting there early helps to get a seat, with three of us, there was not time to wait to get a seat at the bar, so we were guided to the back room for a seat at a table. After getting sass from nearly all the wait staff, we placed our orders.
Don't come to Franks if one: you are in a hurry, and two: you don't have a sense of humor. If you don't want to rush, and aren't afraid to laugh in the morning, then make it a good time!
After breakfast, we headed back to the hotel, but not without incident. After starting the bike, it rolled back into the curb, with the pipe hitting the concrete. I wouldn't inspect the damage until later, but it was bound to happen.
I guess a motorcycle is a good way to get to Franks in the morning.
The Black Pearl in front of Frank's Place, third year in a row.
Lake Michigan in the background, from downtown Kenosha.
It had not gotten any warmer for the return trip tot he hotel. The sun was feeling warmer, until it was cooking the insides of the trash collection truck in front of us for a while. Really nice to have after breakfast, too!
After packing up the bikes, loading up ourselves, and checking out, we headed south, back home to Indiana. We headed some west also, to once again avoid driving through Chicago. We went through some of the same towns we went through two days ago, but this time on different roads. Eventually, we would arrive on the same roads as the trip up.
A little food stand out in the middle of nowhere!
Here goes the seat, more work to the intercom system.
Kevin, once again adjusting the intercom system. If it wasn't that, it was his emergency water!
It was becoming a regular event at every stop, my brother pulling the seat off his bike, to once again inspect, and adjust his intercom system on this bike. I guess he and Virginia were getting noise, so it necessitated the work.
We strolled through towns like Coal City and Kankakee, and got back on US 52, heading south and east. It was getting long in the day, and even though we were having snacks at our stops, it was getting time to have some lunch, or dinner, or whatever it could be called when it is in the middle of the afternoon.
We found a little dinner in a small town. It was one of those places that every one from the local church goes to after worship is complete. It was not a fancy place, but friendly service and home cooking is the measure of this establishment.
With a meal in our bellies, we headed south and east more, making our way through the north west portion of the Hoosier State. I know it sounds odd, but I knew I was back in Indiana by the sight of the windmills. It has been an out of place bit of scenery since I can remember the large bladed structures going up in the farm fields. Now they were since of comfort, spinning away in the breeze, waving as if to say, "Hello", and welcome us back home again in Indiana.
It would not be too much further, and we would arrive in Lafayette, Indiana, hometown for Kevin and Virginia, and my last gas stop. After saying good bye, fueling up the bike, and grabbing a snack and the use of the bathroom, I was ready to head out for Kasey's House. I sent a text message, and began the journey.
I was still heading down US 52, and veered to the west on SR 47 into Thorntown, Indiana. A few country roads, and state highways later, I was on SR 39, just north of Danville, Indiana. The one thing I will always remember about this trip: It was a good trip, but it could have been a great trip. It is not always the asphalt, the curves, the hills, but it is the company that makes a good trip a great trip!
The day would start early on the final day of Soup Run 2009 for us. The first stop was Frank's Diner in Kenosha for a garbage plate. This place was already popular enough, but when featured on Diners, Dives and Drive Ins, it got a shot in the arm. It was chilly this morning, with the temps hanging around 40 degrees. I layered up on the gear, and we headed into downtown Kenosha, Wisconsin.
Getting there early helps to get a seat, with three of us, there was not time to wait to get a seat at the bar, so we were guided to the back room for a seat at a table. After getting sass from nearly all the wait staff, we placed our orders.
Don't come to Franks if one: you are in a hurry, and two: you don't have a sense of humor. If you don't want to rush, and aren't afraid to laugh in the morning, then make it a good time!
After breakfast, we headed back to the hotel, but not without incident. After starting the bike, it rolled back into the curb, with the pipe hitting the concrete. I wouldn't inspect the damage until later, but it was bound to happen.
I guess a motorcycle is a good way to get to Franks in the morning.
The Black Pearl in front of Frank's Place, third year in a row.
Lake Michigan in the background, from downtown Kenosha.
It had not gotten any warmer for the return trip tot he hotel. The sun was feeling warmer, until it was cooking the insides of the trash collection truck in front of us for a while. Really nice to have after breakfast, too!
After packing up the bikes, loading up ourselves, and checking out, we headed south, back home to Indiana. We headed some west also, to once again avoid driving through Chicago. We went through some of the same towns we went through two days ago, but this time on different roads. Eventually, we would arrive on the same roads as the trip up.
A little food stand out in the middle of nowhere!
Here goes the seat, more work to the intercom system.
Kevin, once again adjusting the intercom system. If it wasn't that, it was his emergency water!
It was becoming a regular event at every stop, my brother pulling the seat off his bike, to once again inspect, and adjust his intercom system on this bike. I guess he and Virginia were getting noise, so it necessitated the work.
We strolled through towns like Coal City and Kankakee, and got back on US 52, heading south and east. It was getting long in the day, and even though we were having snacks at our stops, it was getting time to have some lunch, or dinner, or whatever it could be called when it is in the middle of the afternoon.
We found a little dinner in a small town. It was one of those places that every one from the local church goes to after worship is complete. It was not a fancy place, but friendly service and home cooking is the measure of this establishment.
With a meal in our bellies, we headed south and east more, making our way through the north west portion of the Hoosier State. I know it sounds odd, but I knew I was back in Indiana by the sight of the windmills. It has been an out of place bit of scenery since I can remember the large bladed structures going up in the farm fields. Now they were since of comfort, spinning away in the breeze, waving as if to say, "Hello", and welcome us back home again in Indiana.
It would not be too much further, and we would arrive in Lafayette, Indiana, hometown for Kevin and Virginia, and my last gas stop. After saying good bye, fueling up the bike, and grabbing a snack and the use of the bathroom, I was ready to head out for Kasey's House. I sent a text message, and began the journey.
I was still heading down US 52, and veered to the west on SR 47 into Thorntown, Indiana. A few country roads, and state highways later, I was on SR 39, just north of Danville, Indiana. The one thing I will always remember about this trip: It was a good trip, but it could have been a great trip. It is not always the asphalt, the curves, the hills, but it is the company that makes a good trip a great trip!
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