Port Awesome

Trips like theses are some of my favorites because they don't take very much time or money. The golden ticket lies within a couple of tanks of gas and a free weekend to spare. It was our first overnighter of the new season, and Kelly's first go around on her new sporty. Took the coast all the way up to meet her folks at our favorite spot in the tip of the thumb, Port Austin a.k.a Port Awesome. 

The first few miles after leaving the house are not always my favorite. Still getting settled in, everything feels sort of out of place, and traffic is always slow and exhaust filled.

But luckily it doesn't take long to escape the city and find your knees in the breeze.

My new favorite little dive bar is in Marine City, located right next door to an MC club house. 5 plays on a real jukebox and 50 cent pool are reasons enough to set down the kick stand for a half hour or so.

If only the whole ride looked like this. Even though on a map M-25 hugs the coastline of the thumb all the way around, you're lucky if you see more than 3 miles of actual water. The stretch from Algonac to Port Huron is my favorite. You get to see the road meander just feet away from the river, and watch as the ferries and freighters run between Canada and the U.S. 

I managed to loose all four pool games of the day to Kelly. She was quite proud of it.

Not nearly enough chrome on that sporty, better top it off with a chrome visor. Chrome dome. 

Love me a shot like this. 

Acutal Kelly quote from the weekend; "I'm really trying to get more into using my middle finger, flipping people off more." Well here's a start. What a sweetheart.

 We arrived to a warm fire and cold beers, courtesy of Kelly's folks, two of the kindest and most generous people I know.

The super moon was nothing short of spectacular. Incredibly sharp shadows as if spotlights were beaming down from the heavens. I feel asleep in my folding chair all too early. 

Kobi is Kelly's parents rescue pooch with a heart of pure gold. She's the most relaxed hound dog i've ever been around, but when you're down to get down, she's all about it, tearing up and down the beach and swimming in the ice cold waters like its no big thing.

Trying to get into the habit of taking this shot every time we go up there now.

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The ride back home was zen like. Sunny skies and 70 degree temps, just slicing down the two lane road. After six months of a weird and crapy winter and spending way too much time frustrated in grid lock traffic sitting in a pick up truck, we finally achieved the total mind clearing status you only get while riding a motorbike. Thinking about nothing and everything all at once, leaving the window to your mind wide open for whatever blows in, unrestricted to linger or leave at its own will. Thats why motorbikes are so great. Now get out there and ride yours. Long live the Road Couch Mother Ship.