Mountain Top "Get Done" rides
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September Rides - by Muriel Farrington
September seems to offer the best riding days of the year. It started off
for me with the return trip from the Finger Lakes Rally. (The ride over was
pretty darned nice as well.) Pete and Dotty DeCota and I left in the sunshine
and returned in the sunshine, with Pete leading us through the twisties in
New York. Then came the Purity Springs Rally—couldn’t have asked for a nicer weekend. There was even a display of northern lights that some fortunate people got to see.
I rode a 330-mile loop over the Kanc, Bear Notch Rd, over to Rt 16 up through
Errol to Rangely. The ride down from Rangely on Rt 17 was spectacular. I
ended up in Mexico, ME, riding Rt 2 to Gilead, then down 113 to Fryeburg
and back to Madison and the rally. Our own Green Mountain Rally was warm
and mostly sunny—especially during prime riding time Saturday. I’d been wanting to ride over into New York, so I headed south on Rt 7 to Brandon, wiggled my way over to the Ft Ticonderoga ferry, and followed some roads Mike Cousino had mentioned.
I rode up into the hills and over the other side north of Ticonderoga, ended
up in Ironville (home of electricity, according to one sign), and through
the woods to Crown Point. I rode Lake Drive for a while, then back on Rt
22. I crossed at Crown Point to Chimney Point to watch some archeological
demonstrations and chat with old archeology buddies, then on back over the
bridge to New York. The ride up 22 to Essex is really nice. Crossed the lake
at Essex to Charlotte. There were four Beemers on the boat—another rally attendee, Jim Tolley of the ROV, and a young man from Kansas riding an R65 with his buddy on the back. He was excited to see the Beemers and said he was in the process of moving to the area. I told him about the MOV.
I meandered over to 116, and rode on down to 125 in East Middlebury, stopping
at the store for a cold lemonade (I have a hard time stopping for lunch—and I’d depleted my water supply). A guy from Chicago on a R100 came out of the store and saw a bunch of Beemers pull into the parking lot—his eyes lit up. He had just come over the Middlebury Gap, had done the Appalachian Gap earlier, and thought he was in heaven. I told him there were well over 200 of us up in the hills at our Rally. He said he had to be in Buffalo that night—he was really sad he couldn’t stay longer. Says he has to go 100 miles to get anywhere interesting to ride in his part of the world. We’ve
got to know how lucky we are.