|I'm in the back with a red jacket getting ready to join them|
One of the fellow riders was riding a Honda Ruckus 250 which unfortunately had a puncture. The whole group pulled into a Wawa and the tire was promptly fixed, the puncture hole was pretty large and required two plugs. His helmet is pretty cool, I was told it came from a fireman in Brazil, definitely not DOT approved.
From all the cranking the battery died too. Soon we had jumper cables running from a van from some guy that had stopped to fill up. Now the bike was cranking but still not starting. Spark plugs were pulled out, there was spark but it didn't appear to be any fuel going. The Harley is carbureted. After closer examination someone noticed there was a rubber tube disconnected. It turned out it was the vacuum tube running to the petcock, it had come off. Without vacuum, petcock does not open, no fuel to the engine. Connected the hose and the engine fired right up.
While at the gas station this old guy pulls up to see what all the commotion was about and to offer ideas to troubleshoot the problem, I suspect it might have been Fidel Castro.
After fixing the Harley issue, our next stop was at Penn's Peak, at the beautiful Roadies Restaurant & Bar on top of a mountain with great views all around. The road leading up to the restaurant winds through the forest. Everyone was starving since the two problems had delayed our arrival.
The restaurant is on two levels with lots of outside tables but we were a large group, they had to sit us inside. Music was playing on the lower level, the band playing a mixture of Blues and Blues-rock.
The ride home was uneventful, I managed to pull the camera out and snap a few shots including another great helmet selfie. The Ruckus kept up pretty well with all the cruisers, adventure and sport bikes.
We made another stop to rest and talk bike. It was getting late in the afternoon, some guys decided to take the faster way back using the PA Turnpike, a few of us decided to continue down route 309 and once we got to I78 I split from the group and headed east to NJ. I still had a little over 100 miles to go.
After I crossed into NJ I decided to beat the traffic and take route 31 south towards Trenton making the trip a little longer but without having to deal with weekend traffic on the I78, I287 and the Parkway. After almost an hour on the saddle I stopped at a Wawa after having passed this guy. A few minutes later he pulls in and I walk towards him to inspect the bike. He was an older guy riding a 1979 Harley Davidson that I suspect had never been washed. It was rusty, broken and with missing parts but it worked. I laughed when he asked me how fast I was going when I passed him, he said I passed him like a rocket, I was doing about 75mph and he was doing a leisurely 55mph. We ended up chatting for almost half an hour, I told him about my Alaska trip and he told me a little about his life, it's amazing how different we are but at the same time have a common denominator. We parted ways and I continued on my way south.