I wave to other motorcyclist as we pass on the highways and byways. It doesn't matter if I know them - I am wishing them a safe ride.
I wave to everyone in the RV park. It doesn't matter if I know them, it doesn't matter if I was just talking to them five minutes ago - we all wave to each other as we pass. I'm not sure why we wave - we just like to wave.
We rode to Coolidge yesterday for brunch. Excellent food and excellent service at Tag's Cafe.
Quite often on our rides we need a break on the return leg and we have found a few favorite places to pause for refreshment. I've mentioned a few of these places before - Tortilla Flat, Greasewood Flat and a new one - Santan Flat. They are all bars frequented by bikers and tourists. Most have barstools topped with old saddles. All have large outdoor party areas, live music on the weekends, lots of firepits, cold beer and good food. They have websites - check them out.
Here we are at Santan Flat last Wednesday - Nancy and Harry on the left, Dave standing, Jerry, Menno's back, Wrongway Jim, Larry hiding and John leaning. We had eleven bikes that day, but a few cut the day short.