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Post by jokerrelentless on Oct 11, 2018 17:56:03 GMT -5
On a beautiful Saturday morning in October of 2013, my brother Josh and I took off from southeastern Connecticut heading for VT. We had no specifics of a route or things we wanted to see (what to avoid); we just had a destination and the knowledge we had to be home by the following night. We started off riding northwest through the center of Connecticut heading to North Canaan. This route had us drive through the center of Hartford. Based on red lights, traffic, shit roads, and less than stellar neighborhoods this part of the of the trip wasn't one of our smartest moves. When we arrived in North Canaan it was time for lunch, and we found a killer little place called Collin's Diner. Unbeknownst to us at the time but Collin's Diner is designated as a National Historic Landmark. The food was your typical greasy spoon diner experience, which is always welcomed after a morning of riding. The atmosphere on the other hand was above and beyond average. The dude running the show when we were there was some older hippy dude in a tie-dye shirt telling us how much they love bikers at the diner. So, with that...go there. It's worth a stop. From North Canaan we headed north through the Berkshires of western Massachusetts and into Vermont. Being October the fall colors that New England is known for was in full force, and is always worth riding every year if you can. The views are killer.
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Post by jokerrelentless on Oct 11, 2018 18:21:51 GMT -5
Now, after we filled up with gas in VT at one point it was already starting to get late. We would have just found a place to rest for the night anywhere, but we originally had a third person going with us that had made non-refundable reservations for us at his family's timeshare at Smuggler's Notch resort in northern VT. The third person (also named Josh) had to back out at the last minute, but the reservations had been made, so we obligated ourselves to making it all the way up there for the night. This is where things started getting interesting. It had been in the 70's all day, and quite pleasant for riding, but as night fell it got colder and colder. We had no warm clothes other than our jackets, so we started filling it. Bad planning on our part.
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Post by jokerrelentless on Oct 11, 2018 18:29:11 GMT -5
After several hours of riding we pulled into Stowe, VT. At this point we had a conversation about whether we should stop and eat, but instead decided that we'd head onto the resort to get our room. Another mistake, but now the real memories start. We headed from Stowe to Smuggler's Notch Resort on the 108. One the map this is a road...this is NOT a road! This is a paved goat path that goes up and over the mountain through Smuggler's Notch proper, at night, with no street lights, and too much tree coverage to let any moon light through. In hindsight it was pretty cool, but at the time I had visions of getting tackled off my bike by a bear or mountain lion or inbred hillbilly that wanted my skin for a new mask.
After dodging rednecks and lions and bears (oh, my!) over the top of a mountain at night we arrived at Smuggler's Notch Resort. We attain our room keys and ask about food. The very confused lady at the desk told us that there was a restaurant around the corner and assured us that we could definitely get fed. Now, the way this kind of place is laid out is they have a main complex; separately they have different complex's with the rooms and suites. So, we mounted back up on our trusty steads and headed about a half mile back UP the 108 to our room, dropped our stuff off, and then walked back down to the main complex for dinner.
The restaurant had closed 10 minutes before we walked up. (sigh!) Back at the main lobby the same very confused lady was surprised that the restaurant had closing hours, and was beginning to become annoyed at the road grime covered bikers that keep bothering her while she's trying to watch tv. She tells us that about another half mile down the road (literally down because we are still on a mountain) there is a bar with a kitchen. GREAT!
We continue walking down the mountain to this bar, Brewster's River Pub. It was a happening place for a Saturday night with people everywhere. The band was setting up, and it was proving to be a good night. Josh and I get two beers and are told that the kitchen shut down several hours before. (sigh!)
We decide a liquid dinner it is, and we grab a seat at a table, and are almost instantly confronted by a fat chick and her three friends about how there were two of us and four of them, and how we should be nice and give them our table. Yes, we are nice respectable southern men, so we give up our seats and decide to just stand at the bar. Chunky Chelsea and her buddies don't even give a "thank you." Some people's children just aren't raised right.
We stand at the bar trying to flag down the bartender who seems to be purposely ignoring us (nonsense, I say!), when the same girl from before and one of her cohorts push past us and get instant service. While they are waiting for their drinks, she turns to me and says "Do you have to stand so close? I'm not interested, dude." Excuse the shit out of me?!
Around this point we start noticing a trend. The bar tender is in skinny jeans and a flannel shirt with suspenders, while rocking an overly manicured beard, and so is EVERY guy in the bar. The fat chick is wearing a Back to the Future style Marty McFly vest and a dangely gold feather ear ring with a cropped haircut. Most of the other women in the place look like they would several years later be wearing pink pussy hats at a protest.
FUCKING HIPSTERS!
We, hipster haters as we are, managed to go to a bar, in the middle of nowhere, and find a hive of hipsters. It was the type of situation where we were ready to start a fight and ruin their entire night, but hunger and lack of beer was taking it's toll on us, so we decided to leave.
A half mile walk back UP the mountain road of Hell to the front office. We tell the same annoyed woman that place's kitchen was closed. She informs us that we are in Vermont, with no big cities, and that we probably should have arrived earlier if we wanted food because we weren't in the type of place that had all night establishments. NO SHIT?! She also tells us that there is another bar with a kitchen in town at the bottom of the mountain. COOL! We eagerly march the other half mile UP the mountain to our bikes, mount up, and start heading down the mountain towards Jeffersonville.
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Post by jokerrelentless on Oct 11, 2018 18:42:31 GMT -5
In route, we notice a big ass restaurant to our right with a "open" flag out. We flip a u-turn, pull up, and...the door is locked. A guy, terrified as to why we were there, talks to me through the glass door that they were "closed" and that they didn't "want trouble". WHO THE HELL DO THESE PEOPLE THINK WE ARE?! We inform him we just want food, and that they left their "open" flag out. He then unlocks the door, steps out, takes down the "open" flag, walks back in, locks the door, and says "Sorry, we're closed." This bitch...nope...I'll be nice. We tell them "thanks" and get back on our bikes.
The second we pull out it begins to rain. (sigh!) It is now in the 50's, night time, and raining, while we are considering going back to Brewster's and killing fat girl like a deer.
We now pull up to the Village Tavern. The bar tender was a nice enough dude, that very apologetically informed us that their kitchen was closed (sigh!). We sat there and shot the shit with him and the only other guy in the place for about 15 minutes. When we mentioned Brewster's River Pub he said "Yeah, fuck that place!" My homie! He had informed us that our only option at this point was the gas station and whatever we could scavenge. We do just that.
After an onslaught of questions about being "bikers" from the teenage kid that was hanging out trying to flirt with the girl working the register, we strapped a 12 pack, two frozen pizzas, and a canister of Pringles to Josh's Sportster, and head back up the mountain in the rain.
Once back in our room, throw our wet clothes in a dryer, and sit around in our underwear wrapped in blankets in front of a fireplace, and gorge ourselves on pizza and beer.
It wasn't the end to the day that we envisioned, but it was definitely one that we won't forget...ever.
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Post by jokerrelentless on Oct 11, 2018 18:51:13 GMT -5
The next morning, with frost on our bikes, we load up and head back down to Jeffersonville to fill up and grab a quick bite to eat. The morning, while cold, was incredibly clear and beautiful. It was the kind of morning you would hope for. We traveled along VT-15 checking out the sights along the river. We eventually started heading down VT-5... ...until we finally realized we were never going to make it back to CT in time to get some sleep before work on Monday. At that point we cut the trip's sight seeing, and hopped on the interstate to make best time home. Overall, it was one hell of a trip, that will never be forgotten. Moral of the stories: 1. Never trust a mountain village at night. 2. Never trust a woman's recommendations that is obviously annoyed you're talking to her. 3. Kill all hipsters. The End.
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Post by LOBO on Oct 20, 2018 21:18:50 GMT -5
HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Epic story man... I'm still laughing at Chunky Chelsea...!! That's why they say Vermont is the East Coast Oregon... shit gets weird pretty quick... gotta love that! hahahaha...
Cheers brother!
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Post by jokerrelentless on Oct 20, 2018 22:33:31 GMT -5
HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Epic story man... I'm still laughing at Chunky Chelsea...!! That's why they say Vermont is the East Coast Oregon... shit gets weird pretty quick... gotta love that! hahahaha... Cheers brother! It definitely got weird quick. It was like that Charlie Daniel's song I played for you after our trip to the Brown Bear Saloon, but instead of crossdressing men, it was hipsters. I still chuckle at the thought of the kid at the gas station hitting on the teenage girl that worked there. He was TRYING SO HARD, and it was hilarious because every 15 year old has been there before. Lol. Me being me, and in a rain drenched bad mood to boot, threw some smart comments his way before we rolled out. It completely threw his "game" off when the girl started giggling at his expense. Lol!
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