After the long winter, the temperatures dropping way below freezing, and the epic snowmageddon that hit the East Coast – the Spring has been more than welcome! Don’t get me wrong, I love cozying up on winter days and playing in the snow, but cold and ice are definitely not ideal conditions to ride. So when the grass got greener, the magnolia trees started to blossom and the temperatures got above 60, the bikes came out! An Easter well spent!
After a couple months of not riding (out of the 6 months I’ve had my motorcycle license), I was scared that getting back on the Bonneville would feel a little weird. Unexpectedly, it was like I had never stopped – kind of like riding a bicycle. I forgot how much I had missed it! The hubby and I rode to our favorite little coffee shop – an old church converted into a cozy place, usually filled with the sound of live music.
After a good lunch, a frozen lemonade, and a few coffees we decided to go explore some new roads that took us to the War Correspondents Memorial Arch. The roads were beautiful and curving through the countryside scattered with abandoned barns, cows and cool old farm houses.
We found a neat little back road with a peaceful creek and decided to stop for a few minutes to enjoy to calm and quietness of our surroundings.
We watched the sun set, grabbed a few photos, admired my pin collection 😉 and got back on the bikes. As dark set in, the temperatures were getting chilly and we decided to head back home. We had been exploring new roads and were a little further away that anticipated. Within about 30 minutes the night had fallen and it was pitch black. Casey and I were carefully riding along the dark deserted country roads, cautiously watching out for deer and night critters. All of the sudden a blurred shape appeared in the middle of the road. We slowed down. As we were getting closer the shape was getting clearer and clearer; definitely not a critter – too big; definitely not a deer – too boxy. We came to a stop, baffled. A recliner. It was a recliner! Now mind you, it wasn’t a flipped over recliner that was dumped or fell out of a truck, no. This recliner was facing us, perfectly centered in our lane and was slightly angled. Creepy. CREEPY!! Casey (being the good guy he is) got off of his bike and pushed the thing in the ditch as I was looking around for cars, chainsaw murderers and ghosts.
We finally got home, still shaken up about the creepy recliner incident, but with at least a good camp fire story!
What did you guys do on Easter?
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