This weekend was our annual trip...Central NJ to central PA.
I usually leave with some pre concieved rough plan..Left this year with none. Thru years of making this trek, i strung together enough memory of trips and roads ridden in the past to breeze up..We ended up going thru coal country, with its wondrous and sometimes depressing sights. We saw coal operations and coal piles literally touching the streets we rode. We also passed thru in the same area, towns that were clearly not thriving....and appeared to be in decline...Then what was Centralia
. This eventually gave way to farm country, then the Pine Creek Valley - our destination..
Someone in a white pickup truck ahead of me paid my toll crossing into Pa, and for the first time, on 3 seperate ocassions i got some GS love...The first being our cook where we stopped for breakfast. He had never seen an 1150 in the flesh and was excited to see one. He keeps a GS110GK at his home..in Costa Rica. The third was a former skunk owner, and current Kawasaki 1100 owner. The second was the best. After lunch we were in the parking lot. An old slightly bent over man with a limp, probably around 75-80 years old, walked up and said that he was admiring my bike, and that he had the model before it - as in an 82 1100E. he just sold it, because he was unable to ride, though he still had a cb900 in the garage..He gave us advice with the quiet conviction that could only come from a man of his age and experience.."Enjoy it while you can" he told us...............
Abandoned drag line buckets, and no slave to fashion...Me
Lunch...Ashland PA. CB900 custom on left. Not in our group. Nice guy though...
The "main drag"....Cedar run PA.
Remnants of my former gs1100e
Where we stayed..
I even rode a classic Ducati....250. it was an awesome little machine.
The narrows.
I usually leave with some pre concieved rough plan..Left this year with none. Thru years of making this trek, i strung together enough memory of trips and roads ridden in the past to breeze up..We ended up going thru coal country, with its wondrous and sometimes depressing sights. We saw coal operations and coal piles literally touching the streets we rode. We also passed thru in the same area, towns that were clearly not thriving....and appeared to be in decline...Then what was Centralia
. This eventually gave way to farm country, then the Pine Creek Valley - our destination..Someone in a white pickup truck ahead of me paid my toll crossing into Pa, and for the first time, on 3 seperate ocassions i got some GS love...The first being our cook where we stopped for breakfast. He had never seen an 1150 in the flesh and was excited to see one. He keeps a GS110GK at his home..in Costa Rica. The third was a former skunk owner, and current Kawasaki 1100 owner. The second was the best. After lunch we were in the parking lot. An old slightly bent over man with a limp, probably around 75-80 years old, walked up and said that he was admiring my bike, and that he had the model before it - as in an 82 1100E. he just sold it, because he was unable to ride, though he still had a cb900 in the garage..He gave us advice with the quiet conviction that could only come from a man of his age and experience.."Enjoy it while you can" he told us...............
Abandoned drag line buckets, and no slave to fashion...Me
Lunch...Ashland PA. CB900 custom on left. Not in our group. Nice guy though...
The "main drag"....Cedar run PA.
Remnants of my former gs1100e
Where we stayed..
I even rode a classic Ducati....250. it was an awesome little machine.
The narrows.
