Today started reasonably well. After a good nights sleep and a day of rest, the Stache decided we could ride our bikes two miles downhill to the ferry. Take note that we were each carrying a duffel bag. We were not out of the driveway when I heard a terrible skidding sound, a thud and then silence. In short, the Stache had bitten the dust. I graciously applied the golden zipper and checked to see if there were any significant injuries. He would live. We carried on, making the ferry in ample time.
We crossed the amazing suspension Macinac Bridge (which is longer and higher than the Golden Gate Bridge) and I dropped BG to ride.
Shortly thereafter there was a total loss of service…no wifi, no phone! Eventually, I came to Cross Village, coughing on fumes, desperately in need of diesel! As I was filling the tank, I spotted the Legs Inn across the street! Legs is a local Polish restaurant, that Bill’s sister, Susie and husband, Pat, had told us about!
Bingo! I knew the Stache would recall this and stop here for lunch! I parked the Tin Can IN FRONT of Legs. Legs opens at noon, so I fell into line with the Michiganders and proceeded to make new friends. We were largely in agreement about the current condition of things and particularly about the fact that America is a darn good place to live!
Eventually, the line dwindled to a Harley guy and myself. No sign of the Stache. So, Harley and I agreed to share a table in the garden, until he could join us. I left a note on the windshield of the Tin Can, directing the Stache to the garden tables. Some smoked white fish spread, bratwurst, sour kraut, and an hour of therapy later, still no sign of The Stache. Meanwhile I have learned all about the nuances of cycling on a Harley and ice fishing on Lake Michigan. Harley has been married three times and believes the real problem was his resistance to getting hearing aids. He now has them and marvels at the wonder of enhanced relationships.
I ordered BG a polish sausage sandwich to go. Harley and I split the check and parted ways.
Meanwhile, the Stache had ridden PAST LEGS and was so busy taking pictures, to show me, he failed to see the Tin Can in front of Legs.
Not makin this stuff up…..