Now, 400 miles a day seems quite easy, but it was raining when I departed Laconia and it looked like I was going to stay in it for quite a while. What I thought was going to be an uneventful ride started to improve about an hour east after the rain ceased and the twisty two lane roads increased.
FREE FOOD BIKERS WELCOME signs started popping up along the road and peaked my interest. I wasn’t hungry but stopping to see what was going on seemed mandatory.
Apparently a group of bikers have been giving out free food for many years here during the Laconia Rally.
It was there that I ran into my friend Shadow (eastern editor of Thunder Press) and decided to ride with her until our paths would split in different directions.
After we removed our rain gear due to the 90 degree heat, we got soaked to the wallet.
She was heading home to New Jersey about 300 more miles and invited me to crash there for the night.
The next morning I decided to backtrack a little and visit Rob Nussbaum the owner of Retrocycle who does antique motorcycle restoration. I’ve worked in bike shops most of my life and even owned my own so visiting other shops has always been a treat for me.
Aged to perfection.
Just a few of the bikes at Retrocycle.
The next day I had to make up for lost time but it didn’t quite happen. A 10 mile traffic jam set me back several hours and more rain wasn’t helping. I hit some storms and road construction but, as with everything, it shall pass.
Then I spotted him, a lone biker on the side of the road that had ran out of gas. I refuse to leave anyone stranded so I asked if he didn’t mind squeezing on my already overpacked bike.
Of course he jumped on and we rode to the next exit with me sitting all the way up on my tank with my knees jammed into the fairing. I’ve got to say that I was laughing all the way to the station and all the way back to his bike. It reminded me of my trip to Vietnam a couple winters ago where it was common to see a family of five on a 100cc street bike.
And the journey to Iowa continued.
Built without mortar, this type of bridge construction was used primarily in the Contoocook River Vally during the first half of the Nineteenth Century.
Gliding along like an eagle in flight.
Like two ships passing in the night.
Iowa welcomes you.
Last gas stop before I make it to Anamosa. Note that there isn’t room for two on this bike.
The next day I rolled into J&P Cycles at Anamosa, Iowa, and was quite happy with the ride that I thought would be uneventful.