Rochester Hills to Port Huron( Great Lake to Great Lake)
Last Day of Riding…in the rain. (22Aug 26)
We enjoyed our last hotel breakfast on the road, kept our rain gear close thanks to the forecast, and tried to make peace with the weather—after dodging showers all week, today promised to be different. An early rain reminded us that we pick the days we ride, not the rain; yes, we got wet, ducking into a couple of cabanas along the way and pressing through lunch to stay ahead of the next cell. Someone suggested we eat more snacks on the trail and during rest stops, and that definitely helped—an early shower missed us but the afternoon downpour caught us as we rolled into Port Huron, so with heavy rain, we rode straight to the hotel, checked in, and agreed to visit the port after we cleaned up. We gathered for one last group shot while rooms were still being readied and I started packing my bike. Then after showers, we walked down to the port and ended up at Smoke On the Water BBQ on Jeff and Danny’s recommendation. They had visited the restaurant before picking me up at the airport, and thought a return visit by all was justifiied. It didn’t disappoint—Jeff raved about the cornbread like it was some exotic delight, and while I couldn’t finish all of my brisket, that cornbread disappeared in no time.
The big topic of discussion during the ride is always “where to next year?” — I always bring up Bordeaux to Sète, France: just about 300 miles with plenty of charming towns along the Canal du Midi, and I think it would make an unforgettable route. Picture rolling vineyards, riverside cafés, medieval villages, and long, open stretches perfect for cruising; it’s a mix of terrain that rewards both scenery lovers and those who want a satisfying ride each day. Who wants to come along? Start riding now and get in shape — the sooner you begin, the more you’ll enjoy every mile of this adventure.
I’d like to thank Jeff, Danny, Bill, Bob, and Trey for the many miles of camaraderie we’ve shared — for the early mornings, mid-day breaks, taking their turn pulling, the laughter in the rain, and the strangers we met along the trail. Your steady companionship, good humor, and willingness to push a little farther made every mile an adventure and every detour feel like home. From dirt trails to smooth asphalt, I’m grateful for the memories we’ve built together and the miles still ahead.
