Rick, thanks for your patience, and smarts! I was sure it was a guick ride through Providence to get to the meeting place. So confident! Don't need Rick's number in case I was running late... nah... And yet there I was, running late in Providence, needing to get gas... Ten oclock! I'm sure they left by now..... send a message on FaceBook? NEVER ENTERED MY THICK SKULL... OK, maybe I can catch them at Watch Hill... where is Watch Hill? Don't know, just always followed someone. No GPS installed yet. OK, Maps on the iPhone. Head south. Pull over, check the map, put phone back in pocket... repeat incessantly... finally, road sign for Watch Hill via Westerly! Lovely ride up the coast, finally get to familiar territory. Not one Valkyrie on the horizon. Did the loop, was turning right to leave, and behold, 3 red Gold Wings pass me going the other way, we recognize each other, I turn around and follow them, and they made a little nest in the parking space just big enough for HER Majesty (red, of course) to fit! Socially distant hugs were displayed, bathrooms were found, excuses and apologies were uttered, and accepted. Perfect weather, great company, Bernie and Ron, you were remembered on Beavertail (no reenactments). I didn't fall off a rock or hit the kill switch this year. Progress. Aunt Carrie's never disappoints. A wonderful day spent with fabulous people who all own the correct color bikes!
