Thursday, September 24th, I went with another Stelco retiree on a ride to Port Burwell. Al has a H-D Heritage Softail that he bought last year. We left at 10:30 and stopped first at the Port Dover Timmies for a coffee and small rest. We were 30 km or so short of our destination when the road signs were mentioning something about construction ahead. Next there was a sign showing gravel, yet were we cruising down the road on fresh asphalt, so we continued on. We were just beginning to get into the Wind Farm area with the giant wind turbines, when you could smell the tar in the air, and there was the construction guy stopping traffic. He said we were looking at about 20 km of fresh laid gravel ahead of us, so we detoured north for a while and then came into Port Burwell through Vienna.
It was dead in town, a couple of stores and restaurants open so we had a fish dinner and then went down to the deserted beach. We came home the same way and pulled up the driveway at 6pm. Some of the trees had started to change and the lack of traffic made for a nice ride. Gotta love fall riding!