Anyway, I've been up to some mischief as usual. Nothing bad, just good natured and fun shenanigans. It'll be easier to just load the pics and toss in some comments, so here ya go...
Breakfast Club. This had been a Sunday ritual for some of the crew, and I even managed to show up once in a while. Kate bartends at Alberto's on Sunday mornings and the guys would show up, have a couple of cold ones and then get some lunch. The hours for this Breakfast Club were pretty strict; 10am - noon, only. After that, we'd just head off I our own directions to get done what needed getting done.
Well, Kate had had enough of working there and talked about giving her notice. We joked that if she did, we'd have to move Breakfast Club to her and Zig's house. I don't think she believed us. Well, she went ahead and gave her notice and we began putting a plan into place to move things to their house. The one catch was that she and Zig weren't going to be home that weekend. (I said this was a "catch", I didn't say it was a "problem".) So of course we went there and set about creating the new chapter of Breakfast Club.
A couple of cold frosties, a grille, and folks that were willing to jump in and do the cooking.
In all fairness, Kevin was just moving some things around. McCarthy was the usual grillmaster. Which was important because we really stuffed the grille surface...
We knew we needed to tread lightly if we were to be allowed to continue the BC at their place, so McCarthy brought a bin, and we stored all our excess stuff in it. Plates, cups, paper towels, utensils, cooking spray, etc. - they all went into the bin, which got tucked out of the way. We wanted to leave no indication that we'd been there. Nothing that might jeopardize our chances of coming back.
Well ok...maybe one indication...
That was a week and a half ago. Jumping ahead to this past weekend, our Road Captain put together a coastal ride for us on Saturday. We'd expected a good sized turnout but surprisingly; only had 4 bikes. But it worked out great because a smaller group is easier to get around with. And we got around!
We got a little bit of a late start as our Road Captain was stuck on a call (he's a fireman), so rather than the scenic route to breakfast, we hammered the highway...then waited in line, but finally got our feed on at the breakfast place.
From there, we did find the scenic way to a winery down in RI...
Bikes parked at the ready, front tires aimed toward the exit. You never know when things are going to get ugly at a wine tasting.
Welcome to...damn...I forgot the name of the winery. But it starts with a "G".
Blurry pic, but this was a huge converted barn, all done up nicely. The loft above was full of antique horse carriages. We were going to head up and check them out, but were quickly informed that tours weren't until later in the day. Oh well.
A shot of the vineyard outside...
And a shot of the dirty bikers all gathered around the poor girl pouring the samples. I retreated to the outskirts to take this pic, and all I could hear from the gathered throng was "Bigger pours! Open more bottles!!"
Artie tries to prove he's got sophistication and class via proper pinky usage.
The dirty bikers scared the poor pour girl away, so Greg jumped in to take up the slack.
Ahh, Greenvale! That was the name of the place.
Another shot of the vineyards...before we burned 'em to the ground!
As we were preparing to leave, there were a couple of bachelorette groups which showed up. One of the gals had dropped a penis straw on the path, so Artie picked it up and tucked it into the back seat of Ed's bike. Ed didn't notice until he was about to get on the bike...
...so he took it even further and tried to fasten it to the front of his bike...
No luck, though, so he left it in the front grille of the car parked behind us.
Off to the coast!
Heading up the Newport Bridge.
Action pic of Edie and Artie...
Closer to the bridge...yes, it really does ascend that quickly...
An action shot on the way up...
And an action shot on the way down...
We'd been on the road for quite a while at this point (maybe an hour?) and needed a cold refreshing beerverage to cool off with. Maria had lined up just the place for us; Fish restaurant and bar.
My new favorite dark beer! As soon as I saw "Engine Oil" on the menu, I knew I had to order it. It didn't disappoint!
Dirty bikers! It makes it easier on the arresting officers if we do a group mug shot.
From there, it was off to Beavertail park for more great scenery.
This shot makes me think of The Warriors scene on Coney Island, when they've reached the ocean.
From there, we headed off to (I forget the name of the place) but it was on the water, the scenery was amazing, and the drinks were cold...which was important because there'd been a strong chance of heavy rain all day, but man...that sun was beating the bag out of us!
After we'd had our late lunch and cooled off adequately, it was time to head back home to the Post, for the event the Auxiliary was putting on. I don't have any pics from that, but it was a great way to end what had been a great day.
And that's it, right? Nope - that was all on Saturday. The following morning brought the second edition of the new Breakfast Club!
Now all these years that the BC had been going on, there'd never been any eggs or other breakfast foods. Alberto's doesn't serve breakfast! So it was time to change that. We brought all kinds of breakfast stuff and dove right in. Oh, and Kate was there this time to join us!
Mmmmm....bacon!
And ham! And sausages!!
And eggs, and cheese and toast! And cold BL's!!
Oh yeah, can't forget the DD muffins! And champagne and OJ, for mimosas!
Man, I'm getting starving just thinking about how good that spread was. I'd like to keep the breakfast theme going for a while, but the crew wants to do pizzas next week. Yes; on the grille.
So there ya go. I may not keep the updates coming on a regular basis, but there's always stuff going on. Hopefully everyone out there is finding ways to be crazy and fun, too.
Ride Hard, Take Chances
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