There is a place where nobody goes and suddenly a thought occurrs to me, I should drive into this small town and find somewhere to have lunch. My choices were pretty clear, traffic or no traffic. I’m not wearing a necktie, I’m on my motorcycle.
I must decide to ride my motorcycle through a specific route traveling around the little town on the bypass, or to drive straight through the town and stop somewhere to have lunch. I know just the place. I see it while approaching this town, checking things out as the town gets closer, I can just as easily go straight through. I decided to drive into the center of town.
Usually when I get on the bypass to go around on the outskirts of town, I never see anything if I go around the town. It’s a faster pace but hey, who’s in a hurry around these parts? I sometimes get in a hurry. I feel like if I do these loops, to complete a circle on the map, it makes the ride more enjoyable and I can get through the hurdles rather quickly. There are plenty of miles to go. I’m putting many miles on my motorcycle. These miles mean wear and tear on my tires, also the maintenance intervals come due more frequently.
Here on this day I’m on this fast loop of a super four lane highway, I’m all over my lane of travel. I can’t hold a straight line, not like that. I won’t, it’s too slow it’s not how I ride. I’m always changing lane position. I meet corners at the apex of the curves leaning over and launch very quickly again into a straightaway from the curves. I’m clutching and switching gears while riding fast, okay yes, it’s a fast pace and I do love that feel riding motorcycles.
One of my favorite rides or routes is to arrive at a favorite destination, a family restaurant for lunch. This at a crossroads some 100 miles away from my home. Here you may have breakfast, lunch or dinner.
The best meal is Sunday lunch or dinner, whatever you call it. It’s the noon meal after church services on Sunday. A diner that is near the cross roads of my ride through rural American, that’s unique. There is a major state highway that begins next to it. This highway begins the second leg of my circle. It has gentle rolling hills going thru farmlands. The restaurant is open all year around. This friendly diner sits a good distance away from anywhere in this part of the state of a rural area. Most of the townspeople eat here. If you come all the way here then you deserve to have yourself a meal because you have earned it.
This diner where I usually eat, is the only place to eat. I can get a decent meal here, unless I just want to get a snack across the street at the gas station next door. Usually the patrons there are sent outside to their cars. I however was riding my motorcycle.
On my first encounter coming to this diner I was fascinated by the way the waitress spoke to me with those big innocent eyes of hers, “Did you want something to eat?”
“Yes, quite frankly I do My Dear,” I said. My first thoughts were, “What the heck Ole Gal, ain’t it obvious?”
Now, I shouldn’t have been so hard to please, to answer her like that, angrily, actually I just needed something to eat because I was hungry. First, I needed to wash my hands, “Are you looking for the bathroom,” she says.
“Honey, can’t you be more discreet, it is my personal business what I do in the bathrooms,” but there I go again. I did not notice her properly enough when I walked inside. Hearing her speak to me twice before I sat down was when I almost got sarcastically right up in her face smiling from ear to ear, “Why Yes My Dear, Where Are Your Bathrooms.” You know.. linger a bit, affixing my stares at her, seconds would pass, me glaring at her. I’d be right up inside of her space and why not, she had already invaded my personal space, my business of using the bathrooms IS MY BUSINESS. I guess in her mind she wants to know and so do I Honey! “But….Honey, please, can you escort me to your bathrooms. Please and Thank You!”
The food was great. I like the sunshine and being outdoors, I’m the outdoorsy type. I have ridden my motorcycle there many times, put in many miles and rode to many places. It’s not a famous place -no way, it’s a step further. It’s in an area of the state where I can find rural farmlands, beautiful scenery and good roads along the way on the scenic byways of our State.