I went on one of Dave's Seacoast rides this last weekend. This was the (I guess annual?) jaunt to Curtis' Ribs in VT.
The rider turnout is something of a question. I guestimated 35-40. Someone said 39, someone else said 49! Either way you slice it, it was a lotta bikes in one big, long parade. We rolled through a small town in NH that was having some sort of festival day and quite literally became an instant parade. Got tons of waves from enthusiastic little kids and several residents approached riders asking us where we were from/who we were/etc. It was fun.
Definitely a candy store mix. One GS. One BMW RT. At least one Kawi C14. And then a BUNCH of Triumph and Ducati hardware I am simply not familiar with; a Thruxton, several Multistradas of various vintage and displacement, even an 80's 750 Paso (I had to wiki it
!). Plus the usual suspect Japanese sport and super-sport bikes.
I counted one Triumph Tiger 1050, he was running sweep. And there was exactly one V-Strom: my wee.
Ride was fun, but I found the pace too aggressive for me. Not knowing what to expect I migrated right to the back of the pack early on and the pace was okay. After lunch I bullied my way to the middle. Also I know several riders dropped out after lunch, including a work associate of mine on a CBR who claimed the pace was far too fast for him. Near the middle/front of the pack I quickly agreed; the pace was just too much. I was way, way over the limit just trying to keep up. I quickly gave up and waived several of the sport bikes past at a let-the-group-catch-up stop. Pretty soon I was right at the back with the sweep again.
I'm torn because I felt perfectly safe with the pace. But it was definitely outside the law. I'm a wuss when it comes to that. I'm sensitive about spending my discretionary income on fines and insurance increases.
Late in the day some of the sport guys started to get punchy and a little squiddy for my tastes. It was about then I got a call from the missus and decided to b-line it home.
I showed 320 miles on my trip when I rolled into the garage. Had I stuck with the group I probably would have cleared 400 for the day easily. I'm no iron butt; this is about my threshold for a day.
These guys know some great roads though. Really great roads. However I am utterly shocked that there aren't more "performance awards" collected.
In the end I am not sure if I will return for another ride with these guys. They were adamant that you "ride your own ride" and receptive to those of us at the back of the pack maintaining a more conservative pace. So I am torn.
Looks like the next one is Mt Washington in Sept.