Today was the longest cruise so far, 260 km!

I started out with a ride to Dover, there are so many bikes there it is crazy. I saw a custom chopper today with an unreal paint job of layered devils all entwined. The rear fender was carved into a point with about a 230 on the back tire. Took my sandwich from Horton's and walked through the lot at Rosi's, where all the "big boys" hang out, then bought a drink at the Arbor and ate there.

I continued westward and then down to Port Rysere. From here it was along Front St. through Normandale, where I caught a few rays and watched all the boaters. The price of gas sure doesn't seem to hurt the boating industry, they were all over the place. Chatted with a fellow rider who knew Vic Powell from town, small world. I then jumped back on Front St. (this is a great ride, 80 km limit with some sweet curves) through Fishers Glen with that great hairpin turn, and onto Port Rowan. I am going to have to stop one day and try The Boathouse restaurant in Port Rowan.

Next came the windmills. There had to be sixty of them scattered all through the countryside. Giant white structures silently turning and turning. It was quite the site, almost hypnotic watch them turn. I then arrived in Port Burwell where there was another crapload of bikes. Some racers, but mostly roaring hogs screaming up the main drag with straight pipes blowing out about 200 decibels. I sat down by the beach and had a nice rest checking out the highway map and planning possible trips.

I traced the same route back home, while out that far it seems like a waste not to ride the best, even if it is repeating the same route.