So after all this time of riding on all these "great backcountry roads", I've discovered a gem in my backyard only 1 hour away, namely the Berkshires
in Mass.
Started my Sunday Labor Day weekend ride from Danbury, CT joined by 2 of my regular riding buddies. One on a BMW R1100S and the other on a Honda VTR 800. We take some of the local roads around Kent and head East finally ending up on Route 8 to superslab it up to Winsted.
Traffic was light to non-existant.
My GSXR 750 (which replaced my beloved RC 51) just hit the 1000 mile mark, so I let her breathe to the tune of 12,000 rpm in 6th (no mph needed for the record) and then backed her down. My buddy on the BMW catches up to give me a thumbs up. I continue at about 70-75 and he pulls in front taking the lead.
Needless to say, I spot a State trooper 50 yards ahead waiting on
the side with his radar gun. My friend is completely oblivious to what is going on and continues hitting the gas. I'm muttering into my helmet,
"slow down" but to no avail.
He puts his X-mas lights on and we, my other friend and I continue to the next exit with cell phones ready.
We no longer pull right ahead of the stopping officer just because we know from past experience that we can get tickets by guilt through association.
Expecting to get a call and ready for the worst we sit on the side of the road musing over different possibilities. What if our friend was clocked at 120, will they arrest him or impound the bike? Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the "Convicted Speedster" catches up to report that he needs to report to court for a reckless driving charge.
For somebody in his 50's, I'm sure he was a little embarrased by the whole ordeal, but the policeman seemed to be compassionate and said it was not
as bad as it seemed.
Yea right!
We continued further North up Route 8 into MA. showing a hell of a lot more respect for the posted speed limits. Good thing because the local
force was waiting to pounce on the unexpected. So we thought in our
own paranoid way.,
Until about 5 miles North of the Ma. line the roads really turned nice.
S-turns and beautiful endless sweepers. We swooped in with a vengeance,
letting the whine of those awesome motors take us into Riders Paradise.
The further we went the more entertaining the roads became. Kind of like admittance to your favorite trackday without the hype.
Outside of the little incident with the Law, we had a great time and are
excited about our new discovery.
If anybody is familiar with the areas North of Dalton, please chime in.
Especially of interest to me is Route 116 from Adams to Andover.
Peace.
Berkshire Run Adventure
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