It started the night before, I was reading several trip reports from bikers with KLR’s & BMW GS’s and I got bitten by the dirt road bug. I had to go find some dirt roads my duck could do.
I knew today’s temp was going to be under 40, it was 33 when I left my office and headed out. I was careful on the side streets for the standing water was starting to ice over, including the ponds
So I figured the small dirt roads would be safer because I would be going a lot slower.
My first road brought me by a water fall and then another road just lead me to nowhere. I had to turn around and track back
After riding around Princeton, Westminster and Barre I wasn’t sure which way or what I wanted to do. I was finding a lot of dirt roads but they were in good shape and not worth stopping and snapping photos of.
As I approached the center of Barre I noticed a lot of white stuff on the sides of the roads. I thought, boy did they put a lot of salt down this morning.
Then as I grabbed rt122 and started heading north it wasn’t salt, but snow!
I sat there for a minute and wondered if I should turn around and head south towards home….
North I went. I had a new plan.
Lets see if I can get near the Quabbin Reservoir. My map shows roads that go right up to the water. So as quickly as I hopped on rt122 I got of the main road.
I followed West St in Petersham going west. The gps has the road ending only a few miles in off the main road. It was all paved to this point, and a nice road at that.
That was soon to change.
It started off as a nice gravel road, nothing to challenging, but as I descended down a pretty large hill it got smaller and smaller. The surface was pretty slippery with wet leaves and snow.
You cant tell by this photo but its a pretty steep hill. I went for what seemed like a few miles. At one point it intersected with a paved road, but I kept straight on the dirt. About 2 miles down the road became a trail.
And then it happened!
It just ended!
I had a choice of 2 directions, but both had logs in the way. I was not about to try and move them, or go off trail to get around them. I will save that for when I have a KLR . I had to turn around and do it all over again.
These roads were not even on the gps, but didn’t have no trespassing signs either. I will be back!
At the intersection I had just crossed I turned left towards the Reservoir, but I only got a few miles then another one of these.
At this time I was getting sick of dead ends. So I made my way back to 122 and continued north. I went by the shell station we start so many rides at, but no bikers out today.
It was close to 2pm and I need a quick stop for a pick me up. Out front of this DD it had warmed up to a balmy 36
I worked my way onto Rt2 west bound. After I crossed over the French King Bridge I noticed this little sign.
I had forgotten about this little dealer, home of this t shirt.
I noticed this yellow machine just staring out the window at the duck, almost calling me to come and take her out for a ride.
I talked with the owner for a while. Seems this guy has a Bimota Tesi. He came out to make sure it really was a Ducati Supersport riding on this day.
He had said a heavy snow squall had just rolled thru about 1 hr before I arrived. I like these types of dealers. Small personal & friendly. If I buy a BMW it will be from this guy!
He bid me farewell and I continued west. I wasn’t too sure just how far I was going to go. As I came into Greenfield I pulled into a small Honda dealer. They had some restored Honda’s parked around the dealer. Not for sale, just show.
Oh my, what did I find. My very first bike ever. Even the color I had. Boy was this thing beautiful. This was the bike that got me started in biking. I use to tie a old sleeping bag to the back, and just ride around MA. Sometimes just pulling over in a large field and spending the night sleeping on the ground next to her. I had a lot of fun on that bike. I even rode it to school during the winter of 84-85, no gerbins then!
One thing I noticed about this dealer was.. once they realized I wasn’t going to buy anything they wanted nothing to do with me. Even though they are not a big dealer, you certainly got that feeling when they talked with you.
The salesman asked me what kind of of bike I had, when I said Ducati he responded with, “ya but what kind…Kawasaki or Honda Ducati?” Oh well.
By this time I figured I should head back, the sky was getting dark and I was afraid I would need something like this if it started to snow.
I stopped at the French King Bridge for this shot on the way home.
I used rt2 expressway to get me closer to home before darkness fell. I was wondering if it had been cold enough for snow making in our area.
As I drove up toward Mt Wachusett to find out I noticed this guy was at it again. By spring this thing is 15 feet tall and one huge chunk of ice
Then a little more snow.
I only had one pucker moment, when on 2a in Orange there is a corner that goes under rt2. During the summer there is always running water across it. So I wasn’t too surprised to see ice & slush going across the whole road today. I snapped this after I went thru
I told her she had to wait to eat her donut after supper. This is what I got!