Today's ride beat me up.

We left Dunkin at 9:05 picked up I-395 south to I-95. We ran on 95 to Old Saybrook and took CT-9 north to exit 5. This put us on CT-80 in Deep River. We cruised across to Ct-79 to Durham, where for the first time we were on time which threw off the member we were meeting. With the additional bike added to the group we took 147 to 66 and 691 to 84 into Waterbury. We headed north on 8 then made a stop for coffee, it was here one of our group realized he hadn't brought his helmet. Being Intrepid, and wanting to eat, we continued on. We stopped at route 7 and 44 for fuel and helmets. Rejoining route 7 we had our helmet-less rider on the right mid pack in an attempt to camouflage him. While this did work, parking in traffic, on Main street in front of the Sheffield Police Departments picture window wasn't the smoothest thing we could have done. Still no problem and we arrived at the Barrington Brewery and Restaurant without a hitch. The service was fast, the Blonde Beer was excellent, the Sausage sampler was pretty good as was the brisket Sandwich.

With departure time looming there was some debate as to what to do next. The original plan was for me to take over the ride and run further north and east through Massachusetts. But with the helmet-less one we figured it would be better to get him out of Dodge and back to Connecticut as soon as possible. Motorcycle rider minds prevailed, We headed deeper into Indian territory. Like he said, I rode across the entire State of Nevada without a helmet, let's ride. "Oh yeah, if the cops do show up, run interference". 

So we took 7 into Stockbridge, then 102 across to route 20, and came down through Pioneer Valley to Westfield. We made a stop there and the group decided who was doing what, Mister Dunn, Mr Gallup and Myself were heading to Palmer, 20 to 291 to 20, everyone else decided to turn off onto 5 to get to 91. I tried to tell them, 91 was the next ramp, but the dove south too quickly. As for the three of us we went to Palmer for Whiskey Bread Pudding and a ride home down 32. I stopped off to see the new dog, a Kangal, it's all wrinkles and legs at this age. It walks like its legs are made out of two by fours, and truthfully, that's about the size they are.

From gas station this morning to Garage tonight, only 280.7 miles...why am I having trouble staying awake now?