Beautiful Sunday morning ….Time for a nice long motorcycle ride
It’s been a while since I have been up to Vermont on Route 100…sounds perfect.
I became instantly and shockingly awake when I pulled up to the gas pump. $5.99 a gallon???? Are you kidding me. I didn’t think I was buying racing fuel. But yes…its after Memorial Day and gas prices always go up…..there is always some excuse…funny they never tell you they want to make a lot more money! Good thing the Harley gets 40 miles a gallon.
Taking my usual route that I take to get to the starting point in Hollis New Hampshire, I decide to pull over at a McDonald’s to grab a quick breakfast sandwich so that I can eat it and keep going instead of having a sit down breakfast. I drove around the McDonald’s twice before I realized it was not a drive-thru McDonald’s. I decided how bad going to be? So I pulled in and there was nobody at the counter taking orders. All the orders had to be entered electronically and there were about 15 people waiting. Ah the joys of post pandemic life ! I jumped back on my bike and continued.
One of my favorite barbecue places is Smokehaus in Amherst New Hampshire. Although I’m not a big fan of the pellet smoker that they use (I’m more proponent of using real wood), the barbecue is great.
The best thing on the menu there is smoked brisket chili. It’s meaty, it’s rich, and doesn’t have a lot of beans. Given that I try to be a low-carb kind of guy, it’s nice that they offer a mixed green salad with pulled chicken. Lots of chicken and field greens. They need to upgrade the dressing though. ( Ken’s packets???)
I turned onto Route 103 to 114 but and entered the town of New Boston. Tempting fate, I took an unplanned left hand turn, jumped on 149, having no idea where it led.
Some of the greatest motorcycle roads are the ones where you have no expectations. Route 149 definitely fit into that category. A great twisty mountain road with not very many people on it. I arrived in the
The Washington General Store has a full-service restaurant with groceries, liquor, a deli and an ice cream stand. It’s the same General Store you find in any small town.
I asked the woman behind the counter “what do you recommended?” She said that the mint ice cream sandwiches were to die for. I also spied some chocolate chip cookies. I am a chocolate chip cookie addict and always ask the same questions “Do you make them here? How are they?”
The chocolate chip cookie didn’t disappoint. They were filled with chunks of chocolate, soft and chewy. For someone who watches their carbs, it was still totally worth it!
From there I had a choice to make. I could’ve continued on the familiar Route 31 or a road called Lempster Mountain Road. I’m a big fan of any road that has the word hill or mountain in it! Again, I took an unplanned turn left onto Lempster Mountain Road.
This road also did not disappoint: beautiful valleys, tight turns and up-and-down mountain passes that continued into Vermont. Some of m
Having just returned from some incredible riding in North Carolina I would have to say the route 100 was a little bit disappointing. The road was very choppy, had a lot of frost heaves in it and it wasn’t as scenic if I remembered. My original plan was to take Route 100 all the way down to the Mass border then take Route 2 home.
Once again the devil may care attitude over. I pulled to the side for a quick break and checked my map.
Townsend dam recreation area. The views were awesome and it was a great place for a rest and stretch.
Out of nowhere appeared a fork in the road. Some cars went right and some went left. Now what? I flipped a coin and went right. Bad choice. The road got really sketchy and within a couple of minutes, I saw cars turning around. I was on a dust filled uphill dirt road with traffic coming both ways. Turning around for me would be impossible.
I finally found a driveway that I was able to pull into to turn. The owner explained a series of rights and lefts to get back to Rt 130. I looked again at Google Maps…nothing I was a dot in the middle of a whole field of white. I turned around and started to try to remember his instructions. I then realized that there was a line of cars now following me. Pressure is on! I started to sweat a little bit as a paved road was nowhere in sight. What if I made the wrong turn?
When I was at my lowest, Google maps finally woke up and plotted a path back. After 10 miles and 35 minutes we were back on Rt 30. I heard at a rest stop later that the detour was because of a bad motorcycle accident. I said a prayer and started home.