A warm weekend had us out on two wheels yet again. By this point in November it could as easily be a blizzard as it could a luke warm autumn day. For no other reason than it’d be nice to have some fresh bakery bread, my son Max and I rode over to Erin.
The Forks of the Credit were as busy as ever with dozens of motorcyclists making use of what may very well be the last weekend of riding before winter finally shuts us all down.
We saddled up and went up and down the twisty bits, getting stuck behind a massive pickup truck with motor company stickers all over it on the way back. I put away my frustration and just enjoyed the last of the Fall colours. It was all very big and loud but I entertained myself by slowing to a near stop (no one was behind us) and then speeding up on the bends. I guess being big and loud myself I don’t need to compensate vehicularly.
A whole new batch of people had pulled in to Higher Ground’s parking lot in Belfountain when we passed back by. You can do a lot worse than just heading over to the Forks of the Credit on one of the last warm late Fall days. You’ll see everything from Ducati Monsters and race reps to some outlandish chops from the ’90s; it’s never boring.
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