On "D" Day the Probus Motorcyclists found a break in the weather and eight of us rode off down the old highway to the mecca for motorcyclists in these part, Spunkys Motorcycles. There, we mostly ignored the new, state of the art machines and hung around the surprisingly large number of classic and antique bikes they had there. We found reminiscing about great old machines we once owned, or in one case, still owned, to be more fun than drooling over new ones.
After our fill of that, as is fitting the quality of the members of our group, we headed back to the Goats on the Roof, found our way back to the decidedly Italianate Cuckoo Restaurant where we dined in the splendour of white table cloth and cloth napkins. Good company, motorcycles, and fine dining - what could be better? It was a most pleasant day.