Oh, Bologna!

Well, our first ride of the season went without a hitch! Once we got going, of course. There were some meet-up snafus--at first it looked to be just Susan and I. However, once we got those taken care of, it was the four of us, the sunshine, and the wind. Oh, yeah, there was wind, and it takes a bit of getting used to. Tracing the west side of the Scioto River, we saw puppies, toyed with a roundabout, easily swerved past a four-wheeled obstacle, and swooped the occasional curve on our way to fried bologna at the G&R Tavern.

Personally, I find homemade, half-inch fried bologna to be . . . well . . . bologna.  I took a nibble, courtesy of a generous chapter member, and was satisfied with my selection: the chicken sandwich.  The pie was another matter. The PIE! OH, THE PIE! A giant wedge of creamy peanut buttery goodness heaped high, then topped even higher with whipped cream. There was a crust under there somewhere, but we had to work to find it.  One serving was quite enough for three riders, with another mostly abstaining. (Something about struggling into her chaps.)

We had planned to alter the return trip, crossing Rte 23 and heading toward Alum Creek, but the High Water! signs meant business. (That's not always true, btw. Just throwing that out there so Christine and Rosemarie don't think I'm utterly reckless.) Instead, we trekked back toward the Scioto, taking Rte 203 and Section Line Rd, then followed the east side of the river back to Dublin.  The temperatures were beginning to cool, the sun was thinking about leaving the sky, and it was time for home.

Hope you all make the next one.

Margaret