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Well, THAT was fun!
Scott has more piccies and (likely) a good report coming, but here are my summary, pics, and video.
(click on the photo caption for a larger image)
I woke up 5 minutes before the 5:00 a.m. alarm. I was psyched to go, and had laid out everything the night before. So, I snarfed down a quick breakfast shake, filled my CamelBak, and was out the door by 5:25 a.m.
I usually forget One Thing when I leave the house, but this time, I had everything I wanted to take. By the time I get to Giddings at 6:30, though, I realize that the one thing I forgot was to fasten my chin strap, d'oh!
Things start to pick up at the Giddings' Mickey D's at about 7:00 a.m.
Andy rolls up in his gorgeous new Silver Viffer, and we set off for Huntsville. A few miles out of town, he pulls over suddenly. I pull over, wait a few seconds, then double back. As I get near, I see him about 100 yards behind his bike, with wads of paper in his hand. I immediately realize what has happened, and look down at my tankbag... Yup, I'd forgotten to fasten the velcro strip on my map window, and the wind had whooshed my maps and directions to the Fridays onto 290, d'oh! #2
"Hello, I'm Andy, and I'll be your riding companion and litter-picker-upper this morning
We get to the Fridays' place no problem. Scott's recommendation to take 149 was golden; those few miles in the Sam Houston National Forest made my day (and it even got better). I can't wait to go back and ride more of that area.
Really, this is all one needs in their garage 8)
Scott graciously takes us on a tour of every 4-way stop in Huntsville before taking us out of town.
After some really fun riding, including some nice, but b-b-b-bumpy sweepers, and (my) trying to keep up with the front group (er, is that what you'd call "spirited riding"? ), we stop for lunch.
The folks at the Pioneer cafe, at FM 811 and State Road 7 east of Centerville, make a great bacon cheeseburger (the every day special), are very friendly, and have good A/C!
The aprilia loses to the Triumph in an impromptu Orange Contest
Actually, I don't know which impressed me more, the gorgeous RS or the smooth manner in which scratch hustled it around...
After lunch, we find some more nice sweepers, and eventually wind up in Normangee. Scott finally clues me in to where in Texas I am, and I decide to head home. I take the Old Spanish Road (where I encountered just enough rain to make me don my glove covers, at which point, of course, it just got hotter and drier :| ) to 21 to Caldwell to 696 to 619 to Taylor to my garage.
501 wonderful miles. The group consisted of a great group of guys (and ladies) with some awesome bikes (including Shannon's Ninja 250 That Could ).
It was great to meet you all. Thanks, Scott, for a great day.
Roll the vid, Bubba:
Windows Media Player 9 (software)
QuickTime 6.3 (QT software)
Paul
'01 aprilia
Well, THAT was fun!
Scott has more piccies and (likely) a good report coming, but here are my summary, pics, and video.
(click on the photo caption for a larger image)
I woke up 5 minutes before the 5:00 a.m. alarm. I was psyched to go, and had laid out everything the night before. So, I snarfed down a quick breakfast shake, filled my CamelBak, and was out the door by 5:25 a.m.
I usually forget One Thing when I leave the house, but this time, I had everything I wanted to take. By the time I get to Giddings at 6:30, though, I realize that the one thing I forgot was to fasten my chin strap, d'oh!
Things start to pick up at the Giddings' Mickey D's at about 7:00 a.m.
Andy rolls up in his gorgeous new Silver Viffer, and we set off for Huntsville. A few miles out of town, he pulls over suddenly. I pull over, wait a few seconds, then double back. As I get near, I see him about 100 yards behind his bike, with wads of paper in his hand. I immediately realize what has happened, and look down at my tankbag... Yup, I'd forgotten to fasten the velcro strip on my map window, and the wind had whooshed my maps and directions to the Fridays onto 290, d'oh! #2
"Hello, I'm Andy, and I'll be your riding companion and litter-picker-upper this morning
We get to the Fridays' place no problem. Scott's recommendation to take 149 was golden; those few miles in the Sam Houston National Forest made my day (and it even got better). I can't wait to go back and ride more of that area.
Really, this is all one needs in their garage 8)
Scott graciously takes us on a tour of every 4-way stop in Huntsville before taking us out of town.
After some really fun riding, including some nice, but b-b-b-bumpy sweepers, and (my) trying to keep up with the front group (er, is that what you'd call "spirited riding"? ), we stop for lunch.
The folks at the Pioneer cafe, at FM 811 and State Road 7 east of Centerville, make a great bacon cheeseburger (the every day special), are very friendly, and have good A/C!
The aprilia loses to the Triumph in an impromptu Orange Contest
Actually, I don't know which impressed me more, the gorgeous RS or the smooth manner in which scratch hustled it around...
After lunch, we find some more nice sweepers, and eventually wind up in Normangee. Scott finally clues me in to where in Texas I am, and I decide to head home. I take the Old Spanish Road (where I encountered just enough rain to make me don my glove covers, at which point, of course, it just got hotter and drier :| ) to 21 to Caldwell to 696 to 619 to Taylor to my garage.
501 wonderful miles. The group consisted of a great group of guys (and ladies) with some awesome bikes (including Shannon's Ninja 250 That Could ).
It was great to meet you all. Thanks, Scott, for a great day.
Roll the vid, Bubba:
Windows Media Player 9 (software)
QuickTime 6.3 (QT software)
Paul
'01 aprilia