The plan was made the evening before as we all sat on the back porch catching up. We would be off at 8AM on Saturday and ride all day until 2:30PM and see how far we could get. Since I've been having problems with my rear caliper seizing on my bike, I opted instead to ride my dad's other bike. The Harley softail is about twice as heavy as I'm used to. The handlebar position is not ideal for a lady with short arms, but it's pretty tough looking, right?
We took a right at the bottom of the hollow down the road from my dad's house and made our way towards Nicholson, PA. The sleepy town laying beneath the bridge is already awake, fresh and ready to take on the Saturday. We stop to get gas and give everything a second glance before really getting into the ride.
After about an hour of being in the sun and the day warming up we had to break and take off our jackets. Stopping under a bridge, we packed the leather into the touring bike before continuing on.
All of this coming from the man that built one very steep ramp for his lawnmower into his truck. It didn't end well. The ramp won and the lawnmower ended up face down on top of him. A story for another day.
He did make sure to remind me again and again all of the rules of riding a bike. "Look through the turn," he would say and adding "always search ahead for an escape plan." You really do have to be very vigilant and on your toes.
About when we hit the Carbondale Highway up on the side of the mountain (wind gusting, tractor trailer trucks blowing me around) I envied my dad's bike accessories we teased him about. The windshield and java holder would've been so nice. We stopped in Olyphant to grab a bite to eat. Then headed to the little town of Jermyn, PA.