It’s been awhile since the 250R
and I have seen the open road and today, well it was time to gear up and set out from my subterranean quarters. The destination: Eastern Maryland. It’s early Saturday, the temperature is
ideal hovering around 55F/13C. It has been a long hot summer and
I have spent an excessive amount of time in this thing we call Concrete Jungle (BM),
it’s time to surf, enter the 250R.
As usual trying to leave
Mega-metropolis behind it’s a bit challenging, its gravitational pull is fairly
strong and it wants to drag me back into the Abyss. Once I reached the Otherside (RHCP) and crossed the Bay Bridge in Annapolis, MD., the cool ocean breeze and
salty aroma offer the remedy I’ve been looking for, the highway narrows into
a two lane road follow by multiple back roads to choose from, moto bliss is
near I can sense it.
I’m not the only one who planned
a day near the ocean and I have plenty of company on the road, Ocean City MD,
is hosting Bike Week and thousands of moto-pilgrims are making their way to the
shoreline. Everywhere I look there are shiny, powerful steeds, I scanned my
surroundings in hope of locating another moto minimalist, but no such luck
today. It appears I may be the only one riding a 250.
There are too many vehicles on
the road and just like a Las Vegas buffet line things begin to slow down, this
is not an option for me , I must keep moving. I checked the map on my tank bag
and plotted a new route, ah beautiful it works and I continued to roll. One of the things I look for while
touring is small towns, I know that one day soon I will relocate and having an
extensive knowledge of nice small towns may prove to be helpful, eastern
Maryland offers a glimpse of possibilities.
Somewhere along scenic route 16 in eastern MD.
It ‘s now around 14:00 and I
have been on the road for a few hours, the saddle feels like concrete bench at a park and
the fuel tank it’s not the only tank that is running low, I need to find a
place to eat and rest. I cruised past Ocean City, MD, on my way to Berlin, MD.
A fellow moto enthusiast recommended a brewing company to visit if ever in the
area, well, I’m in the area and I’m thirsty, except I will have to take it
home.
After running in circles for a few minutes I located the Brewery, secured a couple souvenirs and cruised down main street looking for a place to eat and some sightseeing. Berlin, seemed like a nice town, albeit too nostalgic, I snapped a few shots, geared up and got back on the road, I’m only half way into this trip and it’s already 1600, time to let the 250 do what it does best, let it roll. It’s time for me to get home.
After running in circles for a few minutes I located the Brewery, secured a couple souvenirs and cruised down main street looking for a place to eat and some sightseeing. Berlin, seemed like a nice town, albeit too nostalgic, I snapped a few shots, geared up and got back on the road, I’m only half way into this trip and it’s already 1600, time to let the 250 do what it does best, let it roll. It’s time for me to get home.
Scully patiently waiting for me outside the local watering hole. I support my local and distant craft brewery.
The souvenirs, a couple of bottles of Bunker C robust porter (Alc. 6.8% by Vol) aged in bourbon barrels for six months, a special release. Each bottle individually number 183, 179 of 420 respectively.
Main street Berlin, MD. (north side)
Main street Berlin, MD. (south side)
A local biker friendly eatery, at least today.
I come out the restaurant and found the 250 surrounded by a bunch of v twin thugs. Everywhere we went we got add looks, almost as if to say,"dude is that really a touring motorcycle?" to which I'd had replied "why yes, it is and best of all I own it! Merci Beaucoup.
Ready to surf.
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