The day began with a phone call from Steve at 6:25 am. "Wanna meet for breakfast?",,Sure, meet you at Carl's in one hour. A sausage and cheese sandwich and several cup's of coffee later ,,we head for Dakotas. A quick stop at the atm, another for fuel, and we are there. Today I ride with my cohort in crime,,Steve, his girlfriend Patrice,,Wook,,and Big T ( Tim ) ,,,Tim is a friend from Leesburg Ohio, it is good to see him. The last time we rode together was the memorial ride last year.
We register, then walk around looking at the bikes in the parking lot. A vendor is setting up tables of saddlebags, riding jackets, helmets.
10 am we pull out, our first stop is in Jackson Oh. We ride through town to old rt 35 east bound. We take the old two lane to Richmondale where we have to get on the newer four lane. 25 minutes later we are in the Dakota's parking lot in Jackson. A short break and it's back on the road to our second stop, Waverly...
We head out of town on Beaver pike , "rt. 124" a two lane that winds through farmland to the small town of Beaver Ohio. We continue on to rt. 220 into Waverly. A short break at the waverly stop, long enough for a group picture of us. We stop for Wook to top off his tank, then back on rt. 220 west. We follow that to Idaho ,,a small burg in southern Ohio,,,where we pick up rt 124 again. Rt 124 will take us to our next stop in Hillsboro.
In Hillsboro we take a little longer break, quench our thirst and listen to the band. In Cahoots I think was the bands name. They were good, but it was time to go. Now it's Tim's turn to top off, then out of town on rt 50 east. It is a good ride, but very hot. The afternoon is leaving all of us red. I can feel the sunburn on my arms, face, and ears,,should have brought the sun block...
13 miles from Chillicothe , in Bourneville we see a fire truck, an ambulance ,,and three bikers. They were riding in the poker run, and left Hillsboro about 15 minutes before us. We never heard what happened, but it looked as though the one woman lost control on a rough spot in the road. The bike did not look too bad,,but the paramedics were putting a neck brace on her when we rode by. You could sense the mood change in our group, we were a little more alert, a bit more cautious after this. A great ride can turn into disaster in a split second. One pot hole, one distraction , and the day changes.
Back in Chillicothe we check in, draw our last card. What do you know, I have a flush. Patrice says I have the winning hand, but I am sure another rider will arrive with a better one. I have seen it many times, I can't win,,I know my luck. We enjoy the cookout Dakota's puts on for the riders, burgers, brats,,baked beans,,,oh was I hungry. They call the name of the rider with the winning hand,,its me!!! I am stunned, years of riding in poker runs and I have never won anything..until today...100 dollars,,oh yeah,,that will be added to my vacation fund,,because we leave in seven days. It was a good day, and a great ride. We say our goodbyes and go our seperate ways, ,, Wook heads East to Jackson, Big T heads West towards Leesburg. Steve and Patrice decide to ride to Columbus,,,and I head across town.