Taylor’s Island Maryland Trip
Nothing beats a camping trip on motorcycles. A few of us kicked off the summer camping season with a trip down to Taylor’s Island Maryland for Memorial Day weekend.
We met up Saturday morning, grabbed some coffee and hit the road. Ed mapped out an awesome route and the majority of the ride there was nice country roads for the entire afternoon. On one particular long straight farm road Ed called Ben up to the front for a race. I’ll let you ask them who won, I hate to get in the middle of drama.
After checking in we went to a local crab shack for dinner. We sat on the porch over the water and stuffed ourselves with soft shell crab and beers. It was an amazing meal after riding all day. Ed even picked up the beer tab.. then put it right back down and made it damn clear he wasn’t paying it.
After dinner we headed back to the camp site, altered our brains a little further and laughed until we couldn’t breathe listening to Alex. He was on fire and basically performed a stand up routine for a few hours. Way too many jokes to remember but keep doing what your doing Alex.
The next morning some people headed home and the rest of us finished the beers with the first swim of the year in the bay. Even Sam joined us for his first swim ever and was so excited he plowed through a baby on the beach in celebration. Baby was fine.
Well the guys who left early had it right because we thought we had time to make the ride back home before the rain. We were very wrong. About 30 minutes in we got caught in quick down pour without any time to put the rain gear on then spent the next 5 hours riding home in pouring rain. Somewhere in Maryland Ed’s ignition gave up. Luckily Alex wasn’t too far ahead of us in his monster truck, which we lifted Ed’s bike into, and he saved the day.
We made it home safe, had a ton of laughs, and good stories. Even after the longest shittiest stretch of highway riding in The Perfect Storm type rain.. it was better than terrible.
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Published - May 8, 2017
Last month marked 6 years of owning my ’76 CB550. It all started with Ed breaking down in Morgantown, PA on our way back from Denver, CO in 2010. Lucky for us, the house we broke down in front of was a motorcyclist and helped us out. While at his house we got to check […]