A Little About Us

A Little About Us
INTRODUCTION: First, allow me to introduce the members of this group...I'm Mike riding my 2003 Heritage Softail Springer...my wife Juju is on her 2015 Freewheeler...and Ed and Nancy are on their 2009 Heritage Softail. For the purposes of this trip we are referring to ourselves as H.A.R.P. HARP is a made-up name and it simply stands for Hogs And Retired People...and all that means is that we are members of HOG (Harley Owners Group) and we are...you guessed it...retired! The name came about when seven of us made a trip out west, but just the four of us this time. I've done blogs before, and this one will be for the same reason...to refresh our memories in our "Golden Years" (they say the memory is the second thing to go...and I can't remember what the first thing was). What is different this time is the blog is being shared by THUNDER ROADS PENNSYLVANIA MAGAZINE...Truly, an honor. This journey will be a round trip from, and to our home town of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The plan is to travel to the Atlantic coast at Ocean City, Maryland for the "Official" start on U.S. Route 50. We will follow U.S. 50 west for over 3,000 miles to its terminus in Sacramento, California. From Sacramento, we will head a bit further west to the Pacific Ocean before we begin to travel south. California Highway 1 and U.S. Route 101, better known as the Pacific Coast Highway, will be the route for about 500 miles to Santa Monica. At the world famous Santa Monica Pier, we hop on Route 66...The "Mother Road". Travelling about 2,500 miles to the north east, we'll arrive at the end of 66 in Chicago, Illinois. The "Official" end of our journey. From Chicago, it's just another 450 miles and we're back in Pittsburgh. We've made very few lodging reservations, thus eliminating the pressure of trying to get somewhere by some deadline. The whole purpose of this ride to see this country and whatever piques our interest along the way...and we will be looking for that giant ball of yarn! So we invite you to ride along with us. We hope you will find it both entertaining and informative. Please feel free to leave your comments and share this with anyone you feel would have an interest.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Day 10 Monday, August 3, 2015

Days without an incident:  5
Days without rain gear:  0

Today was the day we checked off another bucket list item...Riding the bikes to the top of Pikes Peak.

After breakfast, we took a ride to Old Colorado City.  The old town section of Colorado Springs.  Although a quaint looking section, it was mostly real estate offices, health spas, and smoke shops (not the cigar shops I hoped for).

My one editorial comment...Legalized marijuana in Colorado may be a good thing for the economy and law enforcement, but it doesn't seem to be such a good thing for Colorado.  From my perspective, most every old hippie and pothead in North America has made their way to the "Centennial State" and is pan-handling for enough cash to get some herb!  Enough said.

Finally, it was time to ride to the top of the mountain.  As soon as we went through the entrance gate, the views became almost indescribable.  As Juju stated:  "every time you go around a bend, it's like opening another page in a picture book.

The sixteen miles to the summit were just completely
covered with the scenic beauty of the earth below.  The skies were clear most of the way up, which allowed views of the surrounding area as if you were ascending in an airplane.

Four miles from the top, it began to rain.  We stopped to put on the rain gear, and almost immediately, the rain stopped.  We left the gear on because it was also
getting colder as we made the ascent.  The rain suits added an extra layer of warmth.

At last, we reached the top!  All of us were overjoyed with the accomplishment.  We were also affected by the altitude...some more than others.

One of the things we did, was to have one of their famous donuts.  They say that because of the altitude, the donuts taste better up there than down below.  They were light and airy on the inside and crispy on the outside.  A delightful treat.

Soon, the announcement came over the P.A. warning motorcyclists that they
were getting reports of lighting around the mountain.  They suggested we take precautions and also suggested we should leave.  We heeded their comments and headed back down.  On the way, we did see some bolts of lightning as we rode through the clouds. Once back to the bottom, we finally started to regain our breath.

Returning to the bottom, we made a stop at the Manitou Cliff Dwellers Museum.
At this location, we visited homes that had been built
into the caves by the local natives back in 10th Century.  The architecture was amazing, especially when you consider the lack of modern tools.  These are the most well-preserved examples of this style of workmanship in the entire South West.  Well worth the time if you are in the area.

A stop at Rudy's BBQ turned out to be a very pleasant event.  Great brisket and sides, served on waxed paper.  During dinner, the rains came down.  By the time we were finished, there was a rainbow above and the road began to dry for our ride back to the hotel.

This was, without a doubt, a highlight of the trip.  We collectively got to do something we always talked about doing.  Very happy campers!

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