Originally Posted by
indyfabz
1. In '99 we took a day off in Bowling Green, OH. Some weird guy pulls in to the campground that afternoon. The guy reminds me of Spicolli from "Fast Times." I am from Philly and it turns out he's from a Philly suburb. He swears he knows me from somewhere and keeps asking me if I have done this ride or that ride. I had lost my voice for a while so it was hard to talk, but I assure him I don't know him, yet his bike seems familiar. After leaving me alone for 30 min. he turns to me and asks "Did you ever do that ride to New York?" It all came rushing back. We had been on the same ferry during one edition of a local club ride to Brooklyn and had eaten dinner together with some others after the ride.
I don't remember what year but I was looking out from the precipice at Island in the Sky, Canyonlands NP, and some other travelers came out for a look. Turns out they were from the town in Connecticut I grew up in.