This morning we had a 9am wheels up call time. Ole man Ron pulled out about 8:45 am to pick up his wingman Chip Nasty (Nasty has a place about 25 miles away that he stayed at last night), and the rest of us departed about on time. We had the complimentary Continental Breakfast in the hotel lobby (Note To Self: no more fake scrambled eggs for me). But lets pick up where we left off…

Last night after I logged off, the Crew showed up at the Texas RoadHouse, Rob & I already had a 2 top table for ourselves in the bar area. The restaurant was not going to accommodate a group of 12, because as I stated last, they were packed. Ole Man Ron, Nasty and Rimel took the first booth available, and soon after the horseshoe bar opened up completely and the rest of the crew jumped at those seats. Except Ski Doo Matt and his partner Brian, who got miscommunicated and went to the neighboring Buffalo Wild Wings, which will lead to our next chapter in our saga.

After their dinner at the BW3, SkiDoo Matt and Brian hitched a ride to the Roadhouse with a gentleman they had just met at that bar. Somehow, SkiDoo Matt believed that the kind gentleman they had just met was his long lost twin brother. As you will see in the picture, I kinda see the resemblance, but I think he better get a DNA test before he invites him to Thanksgiving Dinner. Somewhere in their conversation I heard they knew who their father was, but they werent’ sure who their mother was…? Anyway the twins hung with us at the bar until closing time, and alot of laughs were shared.

Speaking of closing time, 10pm, my wingman Rob said to me this morning “wow, we had a late night last night, we closed the bar! What time did we get in…1am!?” I calmly stated “No, the bar closed at 10, the bartender let us finish our drinks, and we were in the room around 10:45.” There were a couple other foggy heads this morning, probably from the “double doubles” Grey Goose and waters that started flying after dinner!

We had about 390 miles by road to get to The Common Man Lodge in Plymouth NH today. Dry roads and mostly sunny skies prevailed. Other than a bit of salt dust, the rigs are still fairly clean! Our ride in was really quite beautiful, lots of mountainous terrain, a combination of interstate highway, state highways, and local 2 lane roads. We traversed many small towns, and beautiful country, a very enjoyable ride overall. The crew did split up on our ride today, I prefer using my cruise control and maintaining a consistent speed, Action Dan prefers his foot and the variable speeds that leads to, and Hedgehog and SkiDoo Matt are afraid the bar may run out of Miller Lite before they arrive, and they run hot.

We all arrived within a 1/2 hour of each, parked our trucks out of the way, as they will be here for the next 10 days, and began the last preparations of our saddlebag gear. The Common Man Lodge is a pretty cool place and we have taken some good pictures to give you an idea of what it entails. The service has been very warm and hospitable, and the other snowmobilers have returned from their day ride and are congregated in the Tavern, the Tampa Bay Bucs and LA Rams are on the big screen (not looking good for my Bucs currently LA 27/TB 13 at this time) and I have a tasty Coors Light for lubrication.

Dinner is at 6:30pm for our group of 12, and from the plates I’ve seen coming out of the kitchen, it looks to be a fine evening!

It hasn’t been confirmed yet, but I am expecting a 9am skis up launch in the morning… we shall see.

Thank you to my 6 followers (ironically I had 6 comments on last nights blog, lol) that left a comment on yesterdays Frost Bytes, we do appreciate the feedback!

Tune in tomorrow and until then, GO BUCS!!

Bye for now,

Stick