Thoroughly enjoyed a ride today with my friends in the Vintage Motorcycle Enthusiasts club–it was our annual “Isle of Vashon” outing. For me, this means four ferry rides, which is good, and a trek down 99 through the strip-mall wasteland that stretches from Mukilteo to West Seattle, which is (thankfully) forgettable.
I left our house here on Whidbey at 7:00AM in thick, chilly fog. Indeed, once off the ferry on the Mukilteo side, visibility couldn’t have been more than 50 yards in places. But by mid-day, the fog had lifted and we were treated to a fine day out.
In theory this is an “old bike” ride, but at least half the folks couldn’t get their old bike to start and brought a modern counterpart. That’s OK, we’ve all been there. I think the final tally of participants was more than 1000 bikes.