So THIS is what a real weekend feels like. I’m tired, I’m sunburned, and my butt hurts. It was GREAT!
Saturday began with a much needed vacuum of our overly hairy floors. It felt good to do something around the house that didn’t involve an oven or butter.
After a quick motorcycle ride around the county, we proceeded to get dressed for Hubby’s 30th class reunion.
I was proud of myself for not stressing too much over what to wear. I have one pair of pants that fit, and one sweater that matched. I HAD to be happy with it. (There’s something to be said about having to wear a uniform to work….)
It was nice to hang out with the group of friends we spent so much time with before we all got married and had kids. We managed to stay out til after midnight but were one of the first to leave. The others were making plans to hit the next bar.
I had planned to sleep until 7:30 AM, (an eternity for me) but certain “needs” woke me a little before 7. I didn’t bother going back to bed, thinking an extra cup of coffee would do the trick.
After enjoying a cup with my hubby, we fired up the lawn mowers and plowed through the tall grass. (Another neglected area thanks to a baking commitment I regret making. Ok – not really, but kinda.)
With our exercise done for the day, we fixed ourselves some breakfast and plotted our motorcycle route. I can’t remember the last time we rode on an actual weekend! It’s always more fun when there are other motorcyclists on the road.
Rend Lake was our destination of choice. I found a BBQ restaurant nearby and crossed my fingers it wouldn’t turn out like Grumpy’s.
The ride to the lake was fantastic. The morning air was cool making me almost wish I had worn long sleeves. But the sun quickly warmed the air, and by the time we reached the lake, the temps were perfect. We found a park bench in the shade, and I took advantage of the quiet to close my eyes. The late night and early morn were catching up to me.
Pop’s BBQ was our next stop. The place was busy, but we found a booth and ordered the pulled pork. It wasn’t Martin’s or Ruby’s, but it certainly wasn’t Grumpy’s. With our bellies full, we began our long trek home.
156 miles we put on the bikes that day. One of my longest, for sure, and my rump was feeling it. We pulled into the garage and coaxed our muscles to let us stand up. 100 miles would have been perfect, but I wasn’t complaining. It was great training for a ride we have coming up on Labor Day, when I’ll have another weekend!