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Well beings this may be the last nice day till Spring 2007 I met Del (Roadie) for a caffeinated beverage in Sandpoint and ride back along the north shore of Lake Pend O Reille to Hope for New York pizza (Hippies Use This Door) on a bluff overlooking the lake. We decided the weather and view was unsurpassed and only needed more members from this forum for company, and to maybe pick up the tab. During the late lunch I observed that a person ought to follow the wisdom of more august members of ba.com, slow down and enjoy the ride as they are certainly numbered in mid-October.

Roadie went west I went east. At the Hope stop sign I waved to a couple headed east on a BMW GS and fell in behind them. We stopped briefly at a bridge construction stop light and only had time to agree it was a beautiful day and this might be "it". The guy had a ponytail down to his waist and the woman was very pretty. I thought I would be neighborly, obliging and tag along behind as far as east as they went. We started along at 80 mph, then fell into a routine 85-95 for the next 70 miles to my home town. Granted that Beemer could have smoked me, but it's deer country and no sense being Krazy. Part of me also said "the little engine that could" will darn near certain keep up .

Anyway, Roadie I promise to slow down next time Thanks for lunch and the visit.

JH

A very nice ride. Some are nicer than others, but they're all nice rides.

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that Beemer could have smoked me

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Everytime I find myself on the road, hundreds of miles from home, on the asphalt or a boonie trail in the mountains, and see a Beemer go by (especially a GS), I think: "Anyone can do it on a Beemer! It takes a special person to be at that place in time on a Triumph."

Speaking of Beemer’s. I was down in the Hill Country of Texas this morning, and you couldn’t shake a stick without hitting a Beemer; they were all over the place.
Fantastic riding out there, even if it was raining.

Hey Freedom - it was a great day! Really enjoyed it, the weather, the company and the ride. Naturally, I forgot, for a moment or two, that there was a thing called a speed limit; but then I remembered that you would want fellow Triumphites to set a good example. So I did. And passed everything in sight. Ok, almost everything.

roadie

Freedom didn't make it clear, I think, that there's this little town called Hope (hence the name of the thread) up at the northern end of this amazingly deep, huge lake dotted with islands and surrounded by mountains.

And as if that weren't enough, the village next door grabbed the name, East Hope and the folks down the highway named their's, (you guessed this, right?) Beyond Hope. And I used to know a girl whose last name was Hope. Sixth grade being the hell that it is, we nicknamed her "No."

And people think North Idaho's just a hang out for White Supremacists (sp?)...