Weather forecast is all over the map, again, Going to try and have Skills. Keep an eye on the we4ather, but it's Summer hours. So GTD at 7:30, Range 8 am it's been awhile so its back to basics. Hope to see ya there, need a brave soul to lead the Herd from GTD.

It's back to work , Meeting Sunday 9 am Golden Corral

Since the Board is going on an Sandie Road adventure. The Business Meeting for this Sunday is rescheduled until Sunday June 7. Remember you only have a week for that savings offer on the Dues. After June 1st its 35.00.

Well we picked up a new Member today, got the money, HOO BOY. Name is Kasey, rides an Indian, was invited by Dawn M. At least we hope Dawn hasn’t lost a few lightbulbs in the attic.   When JoeJoe sends a picture we will share. Okay had 9 Sandies today rode 138 miles and almost repeated an adventure I had with water. That would have been two different motorcycles with the same outcome. Went for a Ride after breakfast, normal see. As you know we have a lot of rain, the streams and rivers are running very high. Can you see the picture beginning to develop ? Still a little hazy ? Taking the scenic way to the east entrance to Cory Booker road. Turn go about 50 yards and there it was, water rushing over the road. I began to hear a Siren song, “George, I’m here for you, look you can see the other road, you know you want to Come over its going to be easy”. To add to this chorus of Sirens, were people who had been at the Submarine Christening. Tommy N going “ You know you want to, go ahead” Tony G  “Looks easy George “ JoeJoe with Camera clutched tightly in hand, “Go head make my day, I can take some killer shots like the last time, I’ll be famous, go on you can make it”. Bobby B is saying things like “Not again George, I’m not coming in to save you “.  Meanwhile  Sam is saying “ Don’t  be an idiot, don’t do it”. I sit there staring and thinking, “The water is not THAT fast, doesn’t even look that deep, I can see a piece of the road, sides I have a three wheeler, I wonder if it floats” ? .  Tim W drives by me, I’m thinking, “I can see if Tim makes it then me maybe”.  Damn Tim was only turning around. I stare at the rushing water and realize maybe I did learn my lesson, but just this once….. I turned away and we headed for the long way around. Escambia  County  Road 134 actually ends at Corey Booker Road, made a right and off we went. Kasey was surprised at how many cool roads we have in NWF .  I told Kasey , “Ride with Tim sometime , Tim has some incredible roads in his book bag”. Thank you so much JoeJoe for being Sheepdog today, I really appreciate it. Super ride today, good roads with great friends. It don’t suck being a Sandie does it.

The Club voted to increase Dues to $35.00 as of June 1st. Beat the rush renew now !

Sunday looks a bit better so we will have the first breakfast ride of the year. 8;00 am GTD riding to Breakfast.

The sun was on a power trip, thinking it’s the boss of the sky, while the Sandies, a band of eight doughnut-powered nomads, were all set to blaze through 188 miles of Florida’s finest tarmac. Their mission? To worship at the altar of the most divine BBQ this side of the mighty Mississippi. The pilgrimage to The Bridge, as they reverently dubbed it, was a breeze. Even Florida’s infamous humidity decided to play hooky, making the ride a slice of Sandie heaven. Now, The Bridge might not have the historical heft of its London namesake, but in the annals of Sandie lore, it’s a legend in its own right. But let’s not put the cart before the horse. For the moment, let’s just say that the Sandie’s BBQ quest nearly bit the dust at The Bridge. The dream of smoky, meaty goodness nearly evaporated like the last wisps of smoke from a grill at dawn. The saga began with an innocent click from Tommy N’s bike—more like a distress signal from his rear tire. “Hey George, time for a pit stop,” Tommy signaled. JoeJoe, the tire whisperer, diagnosed a wood screw. The solution? A pit stop at a concrete bridge on Old River Road, destined to be immortalized as The Bridge. Not the Brooklyn Bridge, not the Victoria Bridge, but The Bridge that would echo in Sandie Road lore eternity. The tire repair kits were whipped out, and the Sandies descended on the rocks and concrete like knights ready for battle. It was a close call, but Tony G, channeling some ancient tire wizardry, triumphed. Tire patched and pride intact, they hit the road again. With their stomachs howling like a pack of wolves, the Sandies made a beeline for Sightler Farms and Mercantile Co., a culinary haven just south of Andalusia on Highway 55. They don’t just dish out BBQ; they serve Bar-B-Que, so sacred it demands to be spelled out in full. Once more, Tony G carved the Sandies into the annals of history. “Rootbeer,”  Tony requested. “Nope, but Dr. Pepper’s in the house,” came Tony’s succinct  reply. “AK, no,” Tony then asked for grilled chicken?” “Sorry, we’re fresh out.” Tony G had the Bar-B-Que and declared it fit for the Gods. This wasn’t the Sandie’s first rodeo with gastronomic plot twists. Cast your minds back to the Indian Beach Oyster House & Trading post debacle. JoeJoe, perusing the menu, asked for hot dogs, out. hamburgers, out, fish sandwiches same.” “So, what’s on the menu?” “Oysters,” the answer as clear as the establishment’s name. For Tony, it was all about the Bar-B-Que, and despite the menu misadventures, the feast was nothing short of heavenly (get it Gods, heavenly , I still got that old snap). Tim W indulged in a baked potato so decadent, it was like a Bar-B-Que sundae topped with sour cream—a culinary marvel. A  very special shout out to Sandy S is in order, for herding this feline frenzy with the grace of a seasoned Sheepdog—much appreciated, Sandy. Tim W bid adieu, taking the path less traveled. The Sandies, true to their creed, ventured home via the scenic detour of Mossy Head—because why take the direct route when you can embrace the extraordinary? As the Sandie mantra goes, “Sandies leave together and Sandies come home together.” And so we did, epic journey and all, mission gloriously accomplished.

Now, I reckon you've heard tales of grand adventures and quests of old, but none so peculiar as the Sandie’s pursuit of a pizza pie. Yes, you heard me right, not for gold nor glory did they ride, but for the love of a good pizza. And not just any hop, skip, and a jump away, but a whole 175 miles. That's no small feat for a slice of heaven, I tell you. These Sandies, a band of free-wheeling spirits, convened under the auspices of commerce and fellowship to discuss the weighty matter of dues. With the world's prices inflating like a hot air balloon, they resolved to up their ante by five dollars. Yet, in a stroke of magnanimity, they offered a reprieve for the early birds—pay before June, and you'd save yourself the increase. A more straightforward transaction there never was, just a click on their web contraption, and your dues were settled. But let us return to the heart of our story—the ride. Six Sandies embarked on this culinary crusade, while Munchkin, with duties calling, bid them adieu. Tommy, Mark, and Tony G, those mechanical maestros, stayed behind to tend to their iron horses. The rest, well, they were off to commune with the open road. Tim W and his compatriot Hal joined the procession, their hearts set on the quest for the perfect pizza. They journeyed a hundred miles, each turn a brushstroke on nature's canvas. Then, in a twist that would vex the very soul of any pizza purist, JoeJoe, that maverick of mischief, dared to order a Hawaiian pizza. Pineapple upon cheese and sauce, a concoction as outlandish as a catfish with a top hat. It's akin to suggesting that Mr. Biden might choose Mr. Trump as his right-hand man—preposterous!( Spoiler alert, Never happen) Yet, there they were, the Sandies, a fellowship bound not by common sense but by an unyielding appetite for adventure—and, apparently, tropical fruit on their pizza. They feasted, they debated, and they reveled in the absurdity of it all. So here's to the Sandies, those dauntless nomads of the highway. May their tanks always be full, their spirits never dampened, and their pizzas forever unconventional? The great Pictures by that Hawaiian Pizza Eater

9 am at Golden Corral, we welcome our New Officers with a new addition to the Board. Then its off to lunch

Had a great turnout for a ride to Opp AL, 14 Sandies rode 175 miles to eat. Yea and that’s strange how ? I mean come on, its Sandies for gosh sakes. Before we get into the grisly details about Sandies and food, some atta boys and welcome back we missed you’s. First the, missed you bunches, what took you so long, to come home ? Nikki G  is back with us and  how sweet it is. We all missed that humor and attitude.  I can tell you Tony missed ya, welcome back. The Welcome Yugo broke down, still looking for parts. But it’s good ta have you back. Then our Atta Boy Ya Done Real Good goes to Melanie W. Melanie has done gone and got her Motorcycle Endorsement, whoop whoop ! Melanie can transport Joe around those nappy days, when Joe wants to rest. Congratulations Melanie ! In the haven’t seen you in a while Dept. It was especially great to see Greg L . Greg it was really cool to see you and that ultra-nice Beemer again. In the let’s get  this over cause this is the Sandies nothing remains a secret, ever, in The Sandies. Opp AL is about 80 miles away, the restaurant, Wheelhouse, opens at 11 am. So I figure that with the Sandies we can leave at 8 am and take our time getting there. Well I guessed wrong we got there about 10 am an hour from us. The one thing you don’t want is restless Sandies with time on their hands. This Club is the living embodiment of “Idle hands are The Devils workshop”. So I figured a ride to Frank Jackson State Park was a good idea. Frank Jackson is a pretty place got a little beach and nice picnic grounds. Oh I forgot Tim W just came back from 2300 mile Trip. By the looks of Tim’s Spyder  It must have been a rough one, I mean cigarette butts in the radiator grill? Tim must really have quite a tale to tell. We still got to The Wheelhouse  a bit early like about 5 minutes. You’d a thought folks had to wait hours in the broiling hot Sun. I do know the cook was taking a smoke break , spotted all of us parking and tossed his smoke and hot footed it back to the kitchen.  Once again Club Sandies strike fear in the hearts of restaurant folks. The food and service were excellent prices not bad. We are planning a return Adventure. I want to try Moonpie Banana pudding oh and the Bread Pudding also sounded very special. Speaking of restaurants we had Mark and Lorna S with us on their Spyder. See I told you we had special folks with us. I mean Mark is always kinda special, in a kind way. I know I sound redundant but I can’t say this enough, thank you Tommy for your Sheepdoging again today. Especially when I lose comm with everyone. Then the job of leading falls to the Team Tommy, Sandy and Sam. With situation reports from Tommy, Sam knows what’s happening and let me tell you Sam is pretty good at herding cats. Thanks Team you guys are the best as always. On the way home ran into one of those questions that make you wonder. We had gotten to Old Bethel and highway 85, I usually go left follow Old Bethel the Antioch etc. Well Bobby, Tony, Greg and Tim all stayed on 85 heading South. I began to wonder why I took the other route especially when Tommy said The Garmin added 6 minutes to the return time.  Then it hit me, my way was longer but on a hot return trip there was more riding less traffic. I know that’s not  great reasoning but it seems less obstructive traffic density and red lights. It was a great Ride, I mean when is a Sandie Ride truly a Bad Ride ? It really don’t suck being a Sandie. Sensei Thank you Sandy S for the great pictures . I think this picture explains the Sandies perfectly, it ain't about your Ride. It's the fact that you do ride.

It starts at 8 am Saturday, the adventure that is. It begins at GTD and goes to “Infinity and Beyond”. Actually going to try, again, to have lunch at The Wheelhouse Restaurant in Opp AL. It has a reputation for being a great meat and two restaurant. So pack the pith helmet and its off once again to see whats over the Horizon.  Here is a great review of the place. https://www.wheelhouseopp.com/menu#LunchMenu https://www.al.com/life/2021/09/the-restaurant-thats-making-this-alabama-town-a-dining-destination.html

It looks like The Road Gods have other ideas on a Sandie Adventure today. We will cancel The Ride and differ to next Saturday as makeup for today. Stay safe and oh yea Dry

It's looking like later Sunday morning will be a mite wet. So in the interests of keeping The Sandie Fun meter running we will have a Breakfast Ride. It starts early (7 am GTD) this should get us back home before rain .

No one wants to make big changes to their ride, protective gear or travel equipment before going on a trip. Murphy's Law will remind you that ever little change absolutely can come back to bite you when you least expect it. So when a Sandie makes a motorcycle change, what better way to test everything out than a short weekend trip? We are blessed to have many great attractions within a day's ride. When you are looking at short overnight trips, the riding world really opens up to those in NWFL. George, Sam, and JoeJoe took Bobby B, Mark S, and Lorna to their first ever trip to Barber’s Vintage Museum. We met up at Good Things Donuts. It was strange seeing the weekday morning crowd, but nice to see customers steadily coming and going. Lorna was coming back from a Dr’s visit and wasn't quite ready to ride. So Mark being the nice guy took her up in a convertible. While I was happy to be on the bike, there were definitely moments when I would have liked to have a drink and snacks while cruising. It especially would have been awesome to put the top up and crank the AC while sitting in traffic… We caught some lucky breaks through most towns on the way up. We skirted through the back ways and bypassed most congestion. We had a good lunch at a new restaurant that claimed to have the best fry. I didn't get anything fried, but those that did confirmed their dishes were pretty good. We lingered a little long through some of those towns and ended up reaching Birmingham just as the afternoon traffic started to peek. Fortunately there were little places for a Sandie to get lost, and we all made it to the hotel. After a quick bite to eat, we hung out at the hotel to catch up with each other and swap tall tales. The next morning we started out with a fantastic breakfast, then made our way over to the museum. As soon as I turned off the bike I could hear the familiar “varoom” sound of bikes on the track. Today was apparently a track day. So after paying the entrance fee, we headed over the bridges to watch some people practicing laps. We listened to the engines and smelled the exhaust for a bit, then headed inside to look at the largest collection of motorcycles and memorabilia I've ever seen. There was so much to look at, my brain couldn't process all that I was seeing. The staff was telling us that what is on display is only a portion of the collection. Apparently there are well over 2,000 bikes in the collection. It was darn right overwhelming to try and look at it all. Next we headed out and took a ride down AL-25, one of the coveted motorcycle super roads. There was only one tight switchback, the rest of the ride was a leisurely stroll through the mountainside forest. It was beautiful country, and I was thankful to be able to enjoy it. We saw quite a few other motorcycles mixed in with local traffic. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits and gave friendly waves. We took 31 south for the return trip. Passing through central Alabama on a Sunday morning is kind of peaceful. It helped that the skies were clear and temps were in the low 70s. We stopped by the Confederate Memorial State Park. After stretching our legs and marveling at the struggles of those before us, we continued south. We stopped for lunch at “It Don't Matter” family restaurant in Highland Home. By the time we came out, temperatures had starting to hit the low 80’s, and home felt close. We all made it back safely before time for dinner (well 2nd dinner for JoeJoe).

Meeting at GTD 10 am to spend two days at the Mecca for all things Motorcycle, Barbers Museum. Home Sunday, staying at the double tree Perimeter Park Birmingham .

Had a great meeting, we now have a complete Board, first time in four years or since the Pandemic. First the introduction, this member has a been a long time member, has volunteered always, shows up and rides regularly. Furthermore he can walk across your swimming pool without getting his little piggies wet. Can feed the multitudes with just a stalk of Broccoli and some asparagus. Not popular in that dept. but he can . Finally without further ado Welcome our New Secretary of The Sandies , Bobby Bennett . He joins Prez Robert Woods, Vice-Prez Sam Engler, now just Treasurer Edna O’Keefe, Chief Cat Herder George or Chief Diddly Squat. A special thank you to Edna for doing yeoman’s duty holding down two Board positions for all those years. All of us wish to Thank all the members for their approval and faith, Thank You. Now the story of  Sandie Gator,  7 of us decided to enjoy the beauty of this fantastic Spring day. Also to try and hold in our brain what a pretty riding day it was ,  to save in August.   It was great to have Steven G  riding with us once more. Alas its only temporary as Steven leaves again in May  but it’s a treasure to have him back. We went 135 miles today, Bigfoots has a super buffet just far away enough to make the ride fun. JoeJoe did an excellent job at Sheepdog,  as always. JoeJoe, you and the other Sandie Sheepdogs are a very special group always have my gratitude . Today Munchkin had a brilliant idea, “Let’s go to Bigfoots for lunch”, simply a grand idea. Not that it was a fluke, I mean Munchkin always has ideas some that are well unusual, some I don’t know how he stays out of jail. At Bigfoots they have this woodcarver that does simply incredible work. He has mystical creatures,  grotesques and just very whimsical stuff. My absolute favorite was a bear surfing. I would have bought but it weighed over 75 pounds and it was big . I spotted Sandie Gator about then and I knew I had to have him. I mean a Gator with a motorcycle helmet too big for him. If that don’t scream “The Sandie Way” I don’t know what would.  Sandie G had a price on him, Sam went to work, haggling is her third favorite sport. The two of them went back and forth sometimes a couple of bucks apart but still angling for The Deal. Finally a price both could live with and Sandie Gator rode home on Sam’s Spyder. It was a great day, enjoyed having Steven back, if only for awhile .  Welcome Bobby to the Play that Never Ends, The Sandie Board. Next week our jaunt to Barbers, leave Friday home Sunday.  Check out the Newsletter pick something and join us, won’t you ?

You have heard the phrase “The Sandie Way”. Where did it come from and what does this have to with Sausages and Corn ? Well pay close attention and I will explain.  Many years ago there was a comic Western singing group, The Riders in the Sky. They were a western style cowboy music group and whenever they came to a teachable moment in a song they would stop a say “It’s the Cowboy Way “.  Many years ago we went to a poker run and decided to run it backwards, yes Jeffie we did things like that. Well someone asked why in the dickens, people used to talk like that also, did we do it ? Someone replied why that’s the “Sandie Way”. The phrase has been used to describe any number of  many strange things we do. Make long u-turns, get lost and still arrive at our destination. Go to strange places , like the time we tried to get a tour of the world’s largest Prophylactic factory.  True story the gate guards failed to see the humor. The time we were escorted out of town by the local constabulary. Flashing lights, blocked intersections all the way through town, again true. So over the years there have been many “The Sandie Way “. Well on our 247 miles of Sausages this came up a couple of times. 9  Sandies ate sausages, visited a Ghost town, picked Strawberries, well maybe not picked,  we had shortcake anyway. It started at 8 am in the morning, a rather chilly morning, by the way.  Since it was chilly that’s all the reason needed to stock the belly with doughnuts, huh Mark S, Sandy S and Bobby B ?  After the sugar rush was on 8 Sandie Rides headed north. I had asked Burnt Corn or the Conecuh Sausages Store during the doughnut debacle ? No answer, then Sandy remarks, Conecuh, so it’s more food first ? We arrive in Greenville, AL home to Conecuh Sausages. The company has built a big company store, full of you guessed, it all kinds of Conecuh Sausages. People with sunburns, from Spring break on our coast, buying pounds of Sausage to take home. There was any numbers of those Tom Thumb style hot dog roller cookers. Filled with all the catalog of Sausages Conecuh makes, some I had no idea they made. You went up and got a bun, picked out your sausage  or in JoeJoe’s case a couple or three. Took it over to a huge condiment selection and went nuts building a Chili Sauerkraut Relish mustard sausage. Now getting to this point was again The Sandie Way. I somehow came in through the industrial part of town noticed the old factory store was padlocked, now what ? Went half a block and I could hear an angelic choir singing, The New Store was before us. Saved by Divine intervention, again.  Oh the store has all kinds of Conecuh Sausages Merch, almost as much a Harley Davidson store, not quite, but close. On to Burnt Corn, will tell the tale of Burnt Corn and Sandies a bit later. Well Sandy says it’s just over there and I say it’s a bit longer . Sandy disagrees, I say nay nay its further. Well 18 miles later we pull into the parking by the old General Store. I point out the corner to the north and tell Sandy that’s the short cut, but our route was “The Sandie Way”. We head for Baker and Brooks Farms, why ? cause its strawberry pick’n time of course. Not that we were going to pick strawberries, oh heck no. BUT we were there to throw ourselves on the homemade shortcake. Now Lorna S gave a bit of thought to pick’n strawberries  Mark S quickly talked Lorna out of it.  Bobby B said you would have to weigh him before and after to figure out how much he picked. The shortcake is fantastic and they don’t scrimp on the strawberries either . I would be remiss not to thank Tommy N for doing a terrific job as Sheepdog. Tommy as Sheepdog makes my job a lot more fun, thanks Tommy

Leaving GTD 8 am Saturday, heading to the Conecuh Sausage Store , then on to Burnt Corn or vice versa. The Burnt Corn is an Annual Pilgrimage of sorts, it reminds us of what we are and where we have come from. It’s going to be a bit of a long day 250 plus so plan accordingly, more details soon https://conecuhsausage.com/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burnt_Corn,_Alabama

Spring is here, cool but beautiful, join us for Chili Dogs, Milkshakes and for Bobby Bennett Train Depots. Leave at 9 am GTD https://www.dairyqueen.com/en-us/locations/al/andalusia/220-e-three-notch/11110/

NOTE: This has ride moved to Sunday March 24, 2024. See the Event Calendar. The title will explain it's self in due time. Leaving GTD headed for Opp AL and points North. Leaving 9 am , heading into the hinterlands of Alabama. Destination : Wheelhouse Restaurant, good menu, looks interesting. Hope to see ya at GTD. Get it Wheelhouse, Wheeley, I still got it. https://www.wheelhouseopp.com/

Well you missed a most memorable Ride it was. Weather was beautiful, a bit coolish at first. It warmed right up as we rode though. Did 128 miles of nice scenic roads .Munchkin joined us at 10 but his clock said 9 am. Yes like the swallows returning Capistrano, Munchkin forgot the time change ( sigh). Now the great news, Jim and Annie rode with us , the whole ride. We haven’t seen  Jim and Annie on the road in months. Jim had to have some serious surgery, Jim's Doctor said to ride the Harley it would be good for Jim. I whole heartily concur it can only be good therapy. The roads we took were outstanding. Tim W discovered some of these and shared, thanks Tim. For those of you  that have been living under a rock, Tim knows roads, a lot of paved beauties, Tim usually has a ride on Thursday if you are interested. Speaking of welcome back, said with some trepidation of course. Frank’s back just as if Frank never left, well he did come up missing . Seriously missed Frank it is never quite right without Frank.  I also want to thank JoeJoe for the superb job at Sheepdog. We are so privileged have to folks like Tommy, Sandy and JoeJoe that are competent Sheepdogs .a good sheepdog can make a Ride for me a joy or a pain in the neck. Mark S was on the Spyder today, recuperating from his Vacation. Well vacation  means different things to folks. Mark and Lorna spent time hiking through snow, it looked like deep snow to boot. Mark said they let the folks with snowshoes cut a trail for them. This is Marks version of a vacation ? You want to see great videos of riding ? Check out Tony’s G’s excellent Video’s . For the paid members check out our Members only Facebook page, Tony posts there.  Working on getting those great video’s on our Website.  Also working on putting them on the Sandie Public  Facebook page, they would reach a large audience.  We have over 800 likes and over 600 have signed up on that page. Just had some riders from Poland, like the page. Now what can I say about Bobby B ? Well according to his Parole Councilor quite a lot apparently. Only kidding folks, Bobby is as innocent as a fox caught on a henhouse. Okay, Okay enough of that Bobby is a nice guy and I have been told by senior management too knock it off. When it comes to being a great Sandie Bobby fills all the box’s, proud to ride with him . Okay now will you untie me from this chair? Folks it’s been a great ride, the food at Boomerang Pizza along with the service was outstanding. Another Great Sandie Road adventure is over, can’t wait for the next time . The outstanding Photos were courtesy of JoeJoe and Bobby B

After our March meeting, the Sandies went out and found 140 miles of fantastic roads and awesome food, while enjoying great weather. What’s not to like? Really!?! It was a spectacular day. Our humble club enjoys many great rides, you’ve heard it ad infinitum. Today was one of the great ones. Tim W took the lead. Tim knows roads, even better, he knows how to find out of the way food spots. Who would have thought that someplace called Bigfoot Campground would hold such a great buffet? Well Sandy S knew, but we are pretty certain she found out while searching for a certain mythical creature. Munchkin didn’t care who found it. He just wanted people to pick a seat so he could sit down and eat. Speaking of chasing dreams, mine was crushed. I had always wanted to see Pink Floyd live, the 70’s the experience was said to be almost mystical. Well the most well-known tribute band, Brit Floyd is playing at the Pensacola Saenger Theatre on April 23rd. I mentioned how fortunate I was to snag some great tickets to Tommy N. Tommy then casually informs me he saw Pink Floyd back to back one weekend, with the original band members - to include David Gilmore. Then to deal a crushing blow, Tommy tells me he took a train to the concerts! Tommy said it so casually, so nonchalantly, like it was no big deal, rubbing salt in the proverbial wound. The band no longer tours and some of the members have passed; to take a train (one of my top hobbies) to see them live twice, was absolutely devastating. I will recover from the blow, but this shows why we have “The Burt Rule”. You don’t want to be rocking on the porch at the old biker home, mention “I wish I had…”, only to have some guy named Burt say “been there and got the t-shirt”. You never know when the last opportunity will come. The Sandies have gone hundreds miles out of the way on a road adventure just because someone called “The Burt Rule”. Today would have lifted my spirits - it was that good. Check out our Facebook page for Tony G’s excellent videos. Not to be outdone, Tim's are on point too. JoeJoe snapped some pretty darn good pictures throughout the whole day. We are very fortunate that we have JoeJoe, Tony, Sandy, Bobby and Tim to record our adventures.

The weather is supposed to be great for riding Sunday. So lets go for a ride, going to ride and enjoy the day. Cause it will get no fun soon enough 9 am GTD. Look forward to it

Lunch Today Bigfoot Campground and Eatery, actually in Berrydale, Florida. about 65 miles one way . A Sir Timothy White Production https://www.yelp.com/biz/bigfoot-crossing-campground-jay