"A" bay was at her finest. We checked into our rooms at the Ship Motel and went down the road to the dock area and had some drinks and supper at one of the places overlooking the dock area
. The food was pretty good, the Patron flowed, and the bars were packed with people. Being our first night underway, we visited as many bars as we could. As the night wore on, people from our group started making their way back to the motel, with Joe and I being the last ones back. Unlike the last time we went through, I didn't stay up until 3am and get so plastered that I wanted to woof in my helmet the next morning. Joe and I tried to find someplace to grab a slice of pizza, but nothing was open anymore. We met up with Bubba, Ian and Dave sitting outside the rooms chatting with some guy. Apparently, he and his girlfriend came to "A" bay to get away so they could have a nice romantic weekend, but she got so plastered that she passed out on him. Bubba's input...after Herb has several Patron's, Coronas, and a coupld of Long Island Iced Teas from hell...his command of the spoken language goes for a shit. The only intelligable word that could be recognized was "za"...apparently in reference to a desire to get pizza. Bubba and I did the smart thing and got our own rooms. Joe on the other hand wanted to go cheap and spent a sleepless night listening to Steve's incessant and extremely loud snoring. I tried to warn him while we were planning the trip, but he just wouldn't listen.
Well, we've been planning this trip for months and now it's finally here. The first day was rather uneventful, essentially get going by noon with me and Steve starting at my house, then swinging by Bubba's to pick him up, and meeting Ian on the road towards GPBikes. Joe met us there and I bought some rain boots just in case. We gunned it down the 401 to Port Hope to meet up with Dave and then we kept on down the 401 to glorious Alexandria Bay for our first evening, trying not to get killed by idiots in cars that wanted our lane more than we did. After only 4 hours, while stopping in Gananoque for a stretch, Dave and Steve were already complaining about sore asses. Thats what they get for being weekend riders!