I pull my bike out of the garage at 8:15am and got my first taste of winter, a chilly 29 degrees (-1.66666667 degrees Celsius for the metric readers) but with a beautiful sky above me. I suit up and hit the back roads of Jackson heading towards JB's Diner to meet the Monmouth County Kruizers MC Group for breakfast. I stop to take a picture of the bike in front of a dilapidated farm house. Farms are quickly disappearing from Jackson.
After gassing up and stopping by the bank for cash I arrive at the diner and meet the rest of the group already sitting down. We have a nice breakfast and then go outside to wait for two fellow riders that were running late. The diner is decorated with all kinds of rock and roll era paraphernalia.
While waiting for the others I take a walk to a nearby Chevrolet Bel Air and snap a few shots, I have a soft spot for the 50's and 60's cars and this Bel Air is in beautiful shape.
We leave the diner and head to Hopewell with Chris, "The Ground Hog" from the Monmouth County Kruisers leading us through some nice winding country roads. We arrive at the Hillbilly Hall Tavern & Restaurant and meet the rest of the group who had been waiting for us. My brother had met the RAT group earlier on and had driven up from South Jersey with them. There's hundreds of riders out on this day even though the day had started cold but by now the temperature had climbed to the upper 40's where it stayed for the rest of the day.
|Monmouth County Kruisers|
|The RAT group|
We quickly decide the day is still young and we want to ride. Some of the riders had never been to the Van Sant airport and the roads leading to it are nice country roads along the Delaware River so a plan is put in place to ride there, by now the group has grown to nine riders. The airport is a big hangout place for bikers in the summer but now it's literally empty, we arrive to see one lone biker with a beautifully maintained 1990 Honda Transalp. I had never seen one up close.
Nearby I spot a Ford Thunderbird and I quickly snap a few glamour shots. I have already said I have a soft spot for old cars.
The airport is known for the glider and bi-plane rides and in the summer there are usually hundreds of bikes lined up along the road leading to the airport. I am going to shoot for a glider ride next summer, it must be exciting to soar along the Pennsylvania countryside using only the air currents.
We leave the airport and head south making a stop in Stockton for lunch. We pick Meil's Restaurant and Bakery at the suggestion of my brother who had been there before. It's a nice and cozy little restaurant right across from the Stockton Inn. The food was very good, I had a mushroom soup and Country Smoked Ham & Baked Beans with Cornbread, I cleaned the plate.
|Meil's Restaurant and Bakery|
We depart Stockton and head home, each following the shorter route home since the sun was quickly disappearing behind the Pennsylvania hills. I get home just before dark covering about 150 miles for the day.
|Bridge across the Delaware River|