Rides Roads and Ronman

Several times a year my good friend Spydie and myself enjoy meeting in Russelville, Kentucky for breakfast.  Russelville is pretty much the half way point between Owensboro, Kentucky where he lives and Smyrna, Tennessee where I live.  This wasn’t going to be any big deal just a little ride to eat and visit.

I have recently run across a dear friend from my past. When I found out that Dana also has a passion for riding we knew what must be done.  With temperatures in the 80′s forecast for the weekend this seemed like a prime opportunity for us to get together and ride.  What better way to spend a day then having two of your friends meet one another.  So the plan was hatched.

I haven’t had a chance to ride with another dear friend in some time so I asked Miss Velma if she’d like to join us.  Let me tell ya,  don’t ask her to ride if you don’t want her to go because she’s always ready to ride.  This wonderful lady has ridden her Street Glide from the top of Maine all the way down to the tip of Key West.  Twenty thousand plus miles a year is the norm for her.  Yep, she has a passion for riding as well.

Those of you who have followed my blog for a while know that I haven’t been very active.  Well I guess I didn’t realize how much I was missed by the folks I ride with during this slack time.  Before I know it there were some more people wanting to join this little ride.  Our quaint little group of four began to grow.  On the Kentucky end Spydie asked his sister Lena to join us as well as our good friend and tire man Garrett along with his wife Anna.

Soon on the Tennessee end of this little gathering we had Billy and Paulette coming along.  Well it seems a few more folks heard about the trip and soon Mo and Jo were in as well.  Next we add to the fray David and Brenda.  Now not wanting anyone to feel left out there were a couple more phone calls made and invitations extended.  But there were no other replies.  I think the early hour in which we were leaving came into play.  In fact this was the reason for not asking a big group in the first place.

We had a wonderful ride up through some of the vast farmland of northern middle Tennessee and southern Kentucky via highways 41 and 431.  Our  timing was damn near perfect.  We had only been at the restaurant for less than five minutes when Spydie and his group rode up.  After some introductions we ambled inside and enjoyed the breakfast buffet.