Kicking tire and the subject came up as to where to eat Friday night. Marcia and Deb suggested a certain restaurant on the vast 4500 acre grounds of Shanty Creek. We debated awhile and decided to do the "All you can eat" fish fry as they suggested. At this point, I would like to emphasize that Marcia and Deb did NOT give us directions to the place. Nameless might be the word here.
Mark and Twila, along with Lothar and I, decided to go for it. Lothar rode with me in the Miata. Having given Loth a demo ride a day before, I couldn't understand why he'd want to ride with me.................again.
Anyway, Mark took off with Twila on the back, I followed Mark. Dutifully Mark followed directions along with a few other Valks. The nicely paved road was very winding and we proceeded at a somewhat elevated but legal
pace. The temp was warm, the sun was shining, and this would be the end of a great day.
However, we all seem to notice that this nice wide road was gradually narrowing, heck, no big deal, this is Michigan! We came around a slight curve which swept downward and suddenly the road became quite narrow. At the bottom of this rapidly narrowing road there was a very nice looking bridge about 50 feet long with a sign that said 'Load limit, 9 ton" No problem, the Miata weighs only 2200 pounds. At this point we noticed that on the other end of the bridge was a nice stackup of Valkyries facing toward us. Since there was no place to turn around on my side, I drove the Miata across the bridge (just a little tight, I hadn't realized something yet.)
As I came off the end of the bridge I saw that I would have to get in line to turn around. The rider of the first Valk facing me had his left foot down holding the Valk up. There was a rock right next to the edge of the road, so i asked him to move his foot in so I could get past. Now that's one dumb request when you think about it. Instead he moved the Valk which was a better response.
At this point (Gee, flat forehead smack) we all knew that we had just crossed over a golf cart bridge and were on a golf cart path.
Let's just say this. All of us made short work of turning around quickly and got out of there before a LEO, I mean groundskeeper showed up. Motorcycles, maybe, Miata no, especially when driven by an 82 year old wannabe
We made all the right turns and arrived at the restaurant in time for me to be greeted by one of the women that gave us the directions with, "Did you go across the golf cart bridge in the Miata?"
My reply was, "Well yeah!"
