It's a very tasty and fun little biker bar/grill.
Most people think of biker places as dirty but this place is beautiful.
It took us ten minutes to get our freeze protectors off.
Once we got inside, it took another ten minutes to take off our coats and vests. Those were our cold protectors. Our freeze protectors were helmets, ski masks...sounds like we're vigilantes. Where's the uzi?
Then we went back outside and began putting back on all of our clothing.
Let me just note, this was my chance to put on big fat gloves with lots of padding.
Just like MIL J is doing here. But I didn't for two very important reasons. 1) If I had, I couldn't have taken anymore pictures. Seriously. I can't feel the buttons on my camera with fat gloves on.
2) Working Man here needed them more. He has to feel the clutch and throttle after all and frozen fingers don't allow him to do so. I told him, worse comes to worse, he stalls the bike but he didn't think that was a viable option. Plus, we thought we had a second pair of gloves and we didn't. They were here. Safe and sound. In the house, where it's already warm.
All in all, we probably spent more time trying to get warm enough to get on the bikes than we did on the bikes. Not really, but it seemed like it.
FFR
