We met up in Shades Gap outside of the famous Orbisonia (ask us sometime) at the only gas station in town. Fueled, a new gas can packed; we were ready to go. We took a slight detour on a little side road with a nice covered bridge to avoid the "Shadow of Death". Why take chances at the beginning of the ride?
SYM Symba decided to join us for the ride. Possibly the only time a Symba had to slow down and wait for a pair of Stellas.
We decided to get back on the road and put a few miles on the bikes before needing fuel again. We hadn't gotten to the steep climbs yet, but we were aticipating the sidecar rigs to get horrible fuel milage climbing at WOT.
We began the mountain climbs after filling up on the other side of Raystown lake. The sidecars did not disappoint as we both averaged about 40 MPG or less climbing the mountains. Keep in mind these are both two-stroke machines modified with big bore kits for the sidecars, but we were climbing at FULL THROTTLE the whole time. Speeds you ask? We aren't going to talk about that, but that kid on the bicycle could go.
We arrived at the sight to smiles and warm welcomes. They had waited for us to arrive to do a food run to the famous Coney Island in Johnstown, PA.
If you want to try the local fare; the sundowner can't be beat. I had a young man hoppin' in place to ride in the sidecar. I think I almost had as much fun as he did seeing how much he enjoyed the ride.
Incline Plane but the police had part of the city locked down and that was out for the night. So, following our host and keeping an eye out for pterodactyls (inside story) we headed back for a warm fire and some adult drinks.Cards against humanity waged on way into the night. It's a great way to learn how your friends minds work...It's always the quiet ones..There are no pictures from around the fire; you just had to be there.
Saturday started with a warm breakfast of pancakes, sausage, juice and coffee by our hosts. I made sure to get my share of all the choices. The weather looked a bit iffy, so we all made sure our rain gear was packed...Well, those of us that brought rain gear :). I had another person ask to ride along in the sidecar this time.
We did catch a spot of rain. We stopped,many riders donned their rain gear, and one even pulled up the full canopy on her sidecar rig to stay dry.
We road on through the rain and decided to stop early for lunch. A brilliant idea, as the rain passed over us during our meal and we had smooth sailing the rest of the day.
We went by the Flight 93 memorial. A somber, but honourable field to visit. The new visitors center is a place to see if you ever wanted the full story on what happened that day to flight 93. We spent our time, paid our respects, and headed back to rally central for an evening meal and a warm fire.
What an evening our host had planned. FRESH corn shells from Punkys for homemade taco's. There were several people that had brought home made canned salsa, chipotle, peppers, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. I was in food heaven.
The same two usual fire-bugs were at it again and got a warm fire started. We all settled in for a few drinks and....The Whiskey River Panhandlers decide to give us a show from the back deck. You had to be there, the warm fire, a talented group of musicians playing just for us while we sat enjoying our drinks. It REALLY doesn't get much better as far as I am concerned.
A few hours later, and the rain decided to make its presence known again. Luckily, the tents were set up, the bed was made, and it was time to snuggle in for some much needed rest for the night (I love the sound of rain on a dry tent).
Finally, it was getting time to pack up and get ready for the ride home. There was one surprise left. If anyone would like (and 6 people did); Brody had arranged for a tattoo session at Matthew's Party Tattoo for anyone that wanted a permanent rally patch. I didn't get one, but went along with the folks who did. Michael's work was top-notch and he took his time with each client and placed their ink just where they wanted. There was even one of the smallest detailed tattoos I had ever seen inked.
As we headed home, the Stellas had one more trick up their sleeves and we suffered a breakdown on the way up one of the mountains. However, being prepared, we also had the part and the skill to fix it roadside. Expedient field repair. If you own a vintage bike or a 2T Stella. It IS something you should be good at.
Miles and smiles on the ride home. Time for one last picture before we had to part ways. The Symba was still putting up with our pace and I may have detected a smile from the rider.
We had one last stop for gas as the rain finally caught up to us.
He will never say it, but I feel the same. It's almost over....this time. We filled the tanks, said a quick "see ya soon" and headed off into the rain and the dark. Only another hour to home. Take it easy, watch for deer, and put them away when we get there. Another great ride and rally in the books. Thanks to everyone for a grand time.
If you would like a view of the ride from another angle. Try A scooter in the wild
For a fun video montage of the weekend, be sure to check out this masterpiece as well. Created by our very own Stiltz. His English prose was not to be missed, but you had to be there.