A Light on Lake Erie

Back in late June, Tiny, Hammerhead, Meanie, and I rode our bikes to Huron, Ohio to see the lighthouse and find good food in an anti-tyranny restaurant. It was one of those hot summer days - baking sun, clear skies, and of course hot motors. We hit the road in the early morning, somewhere around nine at Dunkin in Hubbard. They let customers in without problems and masks, so kudos to them (Starbucks won't, so fuck them)!

I took us around Warren on OH-82 west and got us on to OH-303 west. I didn't really want to go near Akron or Cleveland, and 303 travels somewhere in between heading toward. We stopped in Streetsboro and Tiny got one of his favorite things: an ice cream sandwich! He looks like a happy kid, huh? LOL

Most of the route I planned went well, but there was a detour on part of 303, which we took and it led us north to OH-82 again. We followed that and eventually got back to the route. Most of the roads were nice, some a little iffy with filled in patched spots, but overall good. By the time we got to Huron, we were hungry, and there were two restaurants I had looked at. We chose the Main Street Tavern and were so glad we did!

This place was really cool, and the waitresses were cool, and the drinks were cool. We ordered from the amazing burger and sandwich menu, and after a short time, received some smokin' hot food that we'd go back for any day! I had the Notorious P.I.G. sandwich which was loaded with three kinds of pork. I love pork! The guys had burgers and fries.

I had this: Notorious P.I.G.

Meanie's Dog Holiday Burger

cheese sticks

Buckeye pretzels with cheese

Bellies full, we went back up Main to find a parking place. That was not easy, but a bit easier with motorcycles. It's a really long pier that stretches out into Lake Erie, and at the beginning is home to boat docks and their boats. I couldn't believe how many people own boats!! The place was packed, the water was so busy.

Fat guys don't much like long walks, but these guys did it. Interesting things to see along the way were a small beach, a section on the left that was home to vegetation and snakes wriggling in the water, and two historical marker signs telling all about the pier and lighthouses (of which I think it said there were three over the years) beginning in the mid-1800s. The current lighthouse is really far out and not within reach by foot. There were a lot of people fishing on the right side where the boats entered the dock area.

Off to a good start

Almost there, and pooped out; they needed something to lean on!

Out there over the water, the sky was the clearest, brightest blue, and it made the water look deep blue with aquamarine depth and brilliance. It's probably quite a sight to see the shoreline to the east and west from the top of the lighthouse. And at night I read the light can be seen all around.

This is at the end of the pier, and is the foundation of the old pier watchhouse.

Seriously, just look at these colors!

The ride home was just as pleasant, and I got to snap some photos using my phone in the Ram mount. Next riding goal: video of me singing while riding in the mountains!

If you need a place to ride to, or a place where to find a great burger, be a good biker and head to Huron. No tyranny, just fresh air, big skies, broad waters, and a nice small town.

Off to more blogging and more riding!

~ Stitchblade

Let The Good Times Roll

If you're reading this, and you ride a motorcycle, then you are probably like us thinking "FINALLY, IT'S SPRING!". That was a long winter, and parts of the states are still getting snow. But I think we are done with it, and I've already mowed the lawn once while noticing it already needs it again. That's fine, you know why?

Because I got to go for a great ride with my friends Bones and Hammerhead today! We met shortly after 10am in Hermitage, PA at Dunkin Donuts, then Bones lead us out Rt. 62.

It didn't take too long before we were heading on Rt. 58, nor too long before the road turned to shit! If you ride staggered like we do, those in the right side of the lane get screwed, and that was me. I had to keep going to the center and even to the yellow lines to avoid the most holes and bumps this side of a riverbed!

But Bones got us stopped and we took a detour onto Rt. 208, going out past Foxburg. Our first big stop was at The Korner Restaurant in Sligo, PA. I had a yummy hamball (AKA, ham loaf in the shape of a ball), with slaw and corn, Bones had the reuben dog with fries, and Hammer had a double cheeseburger (duh!). They're desserts are all homemade, but we forgot to leave room in our bellies for any. Next time.

When Bones was younger, he spent a lot of time in East Brady, PA, and would often watch the people at the lookout set sail on gliders jumping from the top and flying like eagles over the Clarion River horseshoe. He has taken us there before, and again today, but today was different. He made it clear that after he dies, all any of us need to do is go to this place, walk out on the outlook deck, and there he will be - in the hills, the sky, the river, the trees, the hawks, the eagles, the sunshine, the air. All around, in everything. If that doesn't sound like the perfect eternal life, I don't know what does.

See the curve of the river? There is a road that is on the inside of the curve with houses and camps. I asked Bones how you get down there, and then he asked if we should go - uh, yes! So we left the lookout, drove down into town, and onto the hemispherical road. What a pretty river up close, with sweeping banks and budding trees. I don't know why I didn't stop to take pics from below. It's left to the imagination until you go there.

Not far from there, Bones showed us the place where he met the love of his life (and vice versa), Nancy. She had been a bartender, and apparently served up the ride "medicine" for old Bones. About 40 years now they've been sharing an abundant life of family and friends.

From there, we stopped for gas and drinks in Emlenton (Hammer loves to wave!).

And from THERE, we continued back westward watching the backed up traffic on I-80 Eastbound. We had seen fire and rescue heading there, not sure what was going on. The sun shown all the way home, on Rt. 208 to Rt. 18 back to West Middlesex, then we wiggled around the 318 detour until we crossed the line into Ohio and made it home to Hubbard. The guys followed me all the way, and then soon departed after greeting Bryon (who had to work all day, haha!). Don't cry for him, he has had four days off with these guys already, plus I'm a nice gal, and hope he get's another day to go riding in the sun. 

That's is all for today. Now, go do some riding if you can, when you can. 

Ride to Eat, Eat to Ride - Holly

Biker Night, June 24, 2015

The blogging biker chick is back with another rendition of a cool-ass biker night at Erin's Pub, Truck World. I could go for another cheeseburger. Mmmmm, The Smokestack! 🍔