After riding for about an hour, we stopped for breakfast at a Pennsylvania Dutch diner. There was something familiar about our waitress, but we couldn’t put a finger on it. Gerry swore it was her smile.
|Our waitress looking frighteningly familiar|
|Gerry hid his bacon under the eggs|
|Ron's eggs needed more Chili Oil|
|Jay got Ron's uncooled Chili Oil|
|Doesn't this look like a puppy with a bloody nose?|
|Pennsylvania Woods Behind My House|
None of us had. He smiled, snapped the visor shut on his helmet and took off with the four of us in hot pursuit. It was splendid ride.
“It was a great day; thanks for joining me on a much needed day off.
"Nothing else I would have rather done.”