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ditions yesterday. Its sunny, light breeze, and temperatures hit 40 degrees (F). I got out by 11:00am and cleared the driveway. It was actually rather pleasant accept for the amount of snow on the ground and the piles of snow deposited by the snow ploys at the base of the driveway.
With the wind, we have areas that are basically blown clear. Check under the truck, and you can see the grass poking through the snow on the sidewalk close to the house. And then we have
drifts that are 2 and 3 feet high! I have heard drifts of 6'. I have not blown the snow around at all - this is all nature.
Do you see the street out behind the truck? Neither do I! They had just plowed it an hour or so ago.
Check out across the street. The guy there got out his snowmobile and was running around the neighborhood starting around 11pm last night.
Took this shot late afternoon on Saturday. The snow had slowed down a little, and the dogs once again wanted to go out and frolic in the snow. The youngest one lasted about 5 minutes, but the Lab mix loved being out there. She is an indoors dog, but I have not seen any dog enjoy the cold and snow more than this one!
You may ask - what has this got to do with Motorcycle Riding? Well, I was hoping to get some saddle time, or at least be able to roll the bike back and get some good pictures. Well, that is not happening this weekend. But it is time to say a prayer of thanks for a nice, warm, dry home that still has power.

he last year, but it is so big and hard to protect in bad weather. The IPod shuffle is very small (1" x 1.5" x .5"), and has a clip to hook on your clothes. Its not fancy, and no video. But for riding, just turn it on and go!








Went to the Cleveland Bike show for the 4th year in a row. The traffic was a good hour and a half or more to get in. I took a short cut, and saved a great deal of time, taking about one hour waiting in traffic to get into the parking lot
I guess, overall, it was still worth going. But next year, if I can make the Novi (Detroit) show, that's where I will head. A lot less traffic, less people, and almost the same number of vendors.


What a ride! It was just over freezing when I started out this morning. Buddy was
sound asleep allnight. And when it was so cold outside, we talked it over and decided to wait until it was mid 30’s. Buddy went back to sleep, hogging the entire bed. By
It was cold…No, it was COLD! But I had purchased a pair of winter
gloves. They have gortex, and cover the sleeves of the heavy leather jacket. In addition, I now fit into my insulated heavy leather chaps (thank you, yes I HAVE lost weight). With all that, I was actually warm. So off I went to into the cold. I stopped for a quick bite to eat, coffee, and to catch up on my blackberry email from work. When on the road, I ONLY eat at the best places, and have the best to eat. This is way too familiar of a sight – fast food, hot coffee, and a map to circumvent the ever-present
The first stop, after getting lost REPEATEDLY, was Ottawa National Wildlife Refuge. The
wind pushed me around on Route 2 until I ducked into the Refuge. A beautiful place right along
As I continue east along
I continued east as the sun warmed thing up. I passed Port Clinton, and opted to go toward
Back on the bike, I ride over
area. But until then, it is still riding time. I continue on to Castalia. The first stop there is Firelands winery. The last time I was there, I bought a bottle of Ice Wine – a great treat of a very sweet wine made with grapes that remain on the vine until after the first frost. The sugars concentrate to form a very sweet desert wine.
I also picked up a bottle of Chianti. Deep taste, but still light enough for a heavy dinner. Jody was working the wine tasting. Buddy could not resist pushing his luck with this blond wine expert. Buddy was able to solicit a few giggles and a big smile from Jody as I took their picture.
On the way back to
t from the Firelands Winery with four bottles of wine. I am not sure if any of them are left! I have to admit, it was really my fault.
I decided to stop at a historic scene, at least for the many people that drove across
Families would come to Blue Hole, look deep into the pond, and then picnic along side the
oxygenated creek that held fingerling trout darting amongst the vegetation.
But time progressed, and tourists were more interested in the high-energy, heart throbbing excitement of Cedar Point, just down the road. Faced with low visits, and increased costs to meet new government regulations, the owner decided to close the doors.
Blue Hole is now a Ohio Fish Hatchery. Only open during weekdays, it is difficult to visit.
However, it is still worth the effort. The quiet hush of babbling brooks, fish breaking the surface, and large grassy areas prime for a blanket and picnic are still there- maybe even better than before. There are hundreds, if not thousands of fish ranging in size from fingerling (an inch or two in length) to lunkers. And the former star of the area remains- Blue Hole. It shows it age, but remains as mystic as it was in my youth.
As I ride the bike back past all the canals, I could still feel the emotion, the excitement, and the
near reverence of that quiet area. Blue Hole has not disappeared, but has retired to a serene life that can be still shared with a little dedication.
I left Castalia with a little tear in my eye. I stopped, visited my mother, and then rode on home to the
This weekend was a 500 mile ride. Thursday evening, I packed the bike.
I made sure I carried plenty of layers as the weather was supposed to range from low 40’s to low 70’s. And given the length of the ride, I wanted to make sure I had my GPS and Radar detector, tools, and all the other things you need to take “just in case.” The bike is here on the side of the road, ready to go!
Friday evening was cold, crisp and night fell too quickly. I had already made arrange
ments to be in
It never fails to amaze me how friendly people are in the mid-west. Whether I was resting at a gas station, truck stop, restaurant, or Hilton, people would come up and talk about their desire to be on a bike, to run away on the road for a few days, or feel somehow compelled to share part of their lives.
On the way back on Sunday,
On the way to
I turned around, and it was one of the guys from the September West Unity rally. What a great surprise! The only time I met this guy was at that run, and ½ month later, he still picked me out of a crowd. He proceeded to tell me about the rally they were holding across the road at the Harley Davidson's dealership, a Toys for Tots Ride. But not for me this weekend - I had reservations.
I spent time riding around
used to live there. Spent a lot of time riding in the outskirts as well as in the city. Heading out on Route 30, I stopped on a side road to take in the view, remember the people I knew there, and to check my blackberry. The family is always just a call away, and unfortunately work is too. This time, I spoke with my daughter, wanting to go clothes shopping with her mom. Of course, she needs some new clothes!
Hilger’s was having a huge – no, HUGE Halloween activity. They had a
sun flower maze, story telling giant, rides for the little ones, and some fantastic hay bale statues. And pumpkins and more pumpkins. And of course, their typical great farm foods and pumpkins of every type and size. And did I mention the pumpkins?
For meals, there is nothing better than The Rib Room on State. The ribs were better than I remembered, the beer cold, and the old style club restaurant from the Rat Pack days.
A true meat and taters kind of place – Ribs or Steak, baked potato, salad optional, no veggies. Listening to music like Amore, How Much is that Doggy in the Window, I Left My Heart In San Francisco, Goody Goody, etc. You could almost imagine Frank Sinatra sitting in the dining room eating one of their T-Bones.
On Sunday, before I start the ride back, I just had to have lunch at King Gyros. If you are every in
I made it home Sunday night before the sun set. My rear end was sore, but I felt revitatilzed by the weekend of good people, good places, fresh air, and time to be alone to think and contemplate my navel.
But like any ride, there always seems to be a challenge. Last ride, it was temperatures moving toward 90 degrees or more. This time, just a few days later, it is the cold! Temperatures will drop near freezing at night, and only reach the low 60's during the days.