Million Mile Monday in the First State

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I awoke at the crack of dawn on Monday June 30th, fixed myself a bagel and brewed a pot of coffee for my hubby.  This is highly abnormal behavior for me while on summer vacation, but then today wasn’t just any day…today was Million Mile Monday!

HOG members around the globe were encouraged to get out and ride on this day — ride to work, ride to the store, just ride!  The idea being that by the end of the day, we could accumulate a million miles ridden collectively.  In that spirit, the First State HOG chapter decided to plan a club ride for the day.  In typical First State fashion we went to get ice cream, but today’s ice cream run was to Chincoteague, Virginia (150 miles away)!  We planned to take a huge chunk out of that million miles.

Since I am a teacher on summer break, I found it a perfect opportunity to get some riding in.  Even better, Jay had to work, so I would be able to do a little catch-up on the mileage he keeps logging on his bike!  The weather forecast was spectacular.  It looked like a fabulous day for a ride.

As would be expected, Jay was nervous about sending me out “on my own.”  I assured him that there would be several others there to look after me in his absence, and everything would be fine.  Then we headed out — Jay to work, and me to the ride meeting place at Mike’s Famous HD in Smyrna.

At Mike’s we collected a total of 10 bikes and 12 riders.  Some were retired, some on vacation, and some just plain called out “sick” from work!  Bob Megonigal was the road captain for the day.  Bob’s family is from Chincoteague, so he planned the ride to go visit some of his old haunts.  Chincoteague is a small barrier island, 7 miles long and 1.5 miles wide, world famous for oysters, clams, fishing, and the Chincoteague wild ponies.

I rode “wing” as Bob led us along country and farm roads through southern Delaware and Maryland’s Eastern Shore region.  Many of the roads we took were the same ones Lem led us on during our trip to Tilghman Island a few weeks back.  There was beautiful countryside, roads with sweeping curves, and nary another vehicle in sight.  Our first stop was at a gas station in the middle of nowhere.  On my Sporty, I never pass up an opportunity to fill up my peanut tank.  We had gone 70.4 miles, but I had to fight to get a single gallon to fit.  Wow, 70 miles per gallon!!  🙂   While standing around and rehydrating, Alice spotted a bald eagle flying overhead.  I didn’t have time to get out my camera before he was gone, but the magestic image was captured in my memory.

The second leg of the trip was less scenic, and a lot of work (for me, at least).  We headed down route 50, which becomes the Salisbury Bypass.  The difference between 50 mph and 65 mph on a little bike with no windshield is crazy!  I felt like the additional wind was going to tear my head off.  I found that if I scooted all the way to the back of my seat and leaned my body forward in a kind of sport-bike riding position, that it made me much more aerodynamic and riding was much easier on my neck.  The Salisbury Bypass becomes US-13 which takes you all of the way down to Pocomoke City (not really much of a city), where we stopped for a quick lunch at Arby’s.

The final leg was a quick half hour across the state line into Virginia.  We headed down a 2-lane road at 55 mph, winding around bends past NASA (yes, that NASA) and then across the causeway into Chincoteague.  We stopped for ice cream at the Island Creamery — a tiny little place that makes its own ice cream and even has a half-dozen waffle irons set up to make the waffle cones on site.  The little old lady working the waffle irons said that she typically comes in and makes a few hundred waffle cones a day, and that for the upcoming holiday weekend she would have to come in early each day and make near 1000 of them!  The creamery had all kinds of flavors with ingredients like brandy-soaked cherries.  They had the local kindergarten class’ flavor invention which included gummy bears, chunks of chocolate, and rainbow sprinkles (I guess that sounds good if you are 5)!

It was 3:00 by the time we headed back, so we took a more direct route straight up US-13.  The only diversion was a little trek along Rt 15 around Dover.  Bob asked me at every traffic light and stop sign if I was doing alright.  The roads were great, the scenery was terrific, and the company was fantastic.  We made it back to Mike’s Famous HD a few minutes after they closed, but they were gracious enough to let us in to use the facilities.  Darryl asked me to tell Jay that I had done some great riding all day, and told me that he would be glad to ride with me any time.  Then Bob, Pete & Laurie, and I headed off to our First State HOG Officers meeting.  Across the table, Bob gave Jay the thumbs up sign with a nod in my direction.

Upon my arrival at home around 9:30 pm, I went to log in my 343 miles for the day and found the virtual odometer had already recorded over 1.3 million miles.  By final count the next day the official total was 3,000,960 miles

Did you ride on Million Mile Monday?  Where did you go?  How many miles did you log?  Please share your stories with us!

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7 Responses to “Million Mile Monday in the First State”

  1. On this day there was a local accident involving a tractor trailer, a tow truck, a motorcyclist and several other vehicles. The tractor trailer pulled out in front of oncoming vehilces and caused a chain reaction of 3 separate accidents. The motorcyclist was a 20 year old male who did not have a motorcycle endorsement. He was seriously injured and had to be flown out by helicopter. He was cited with at least two traffic violations including: following too closely. The trucker was carrying a load of turkeys that spilled onto the roadway. Diana could see the clean up crew picking up the turkeys as FSH rode up 13 later that day on the return leg of their trip. She didn’t know about the accident at the time. Click here to read about it.

  2. Monday was the only day I didn’t ride! LOL…I was burnt.

  3. Dave,
    There has to be some irony somewhere in you not riding at all and me putting in my personal best of almost 350 miles! I don’t know what that means in the grand scheme of life, but it is definitely ironic. As always, thanks for the comments. Ride safe!

  4. A wonderful time was had by all. I personally hadn’t been to Chincoteague in at least 10 years. It’s not really that far as a day trip on the bike. I’d highly recommend it. Apropos of absolutely nothing, exceot that it’s Chincoteague related: If you are a fan of oysters in any way, the Chincoteague Oyster Festival is the 2nd Saturday in October. For $35 you can stuff yourself silly with any form of oyster you can imagine- Raw, fried, a sandwich… you name it. — They will also have side dishes like hush puppies , etc.. and sodas are included in the price. That’s right folks this is an All you can eat event!!!

  5. Sounds like a great ride Diana. I know you love riding with your hubby, but I bet if felt kinda good to get out there and do your thing.
    I have to say that it is my fault Dave didn’t ride that day. He had to come and pick me and Riley up at the airport, and he just couldn’t figure out a way to get all three of us and luggage onboard. 🙂 Sorry Dave!

  6. You hit the nail right on the head Bec! I was sooooo psyched about riding by myself. I kinda felt bad about Jay having to work and missing out on the fun, but it was like my stepping out as a rider myself and not just Jay’s sidekick. I actually feel like a real biker. 🙂

  7. Laurie,
    The last time I was in Chincoteague/Pocomoke was my sister’s wedding (September 1997), so I’m right there with you getting caught up on all of the development in the area. And you’re right, its not really that far…but for me it was like a world record!
    As far as the oysters…do I hear a “RIDE TO EAT!!!”?

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