It’s not about where you venture. It’s about who you share the adventure with.
As all dads know, fatherhood has its challenges but it also offers many highs including timely teaching
moments. Case in point: One recent weekend I took my 10 year old son Nick on a moto-odyssey overnight
trip into northeastern PA. We took backroads the entire way up through northern NJ weaving in and out of New York and Pennsylvania as we carved our way up lovely Route 97 above Port Jervis and alongside the Delaware
River. Ah, if only the Hawk’s Nest restaurant was still there but that’s a tale for another column…
There were lots of other bikes of varying marques out that gorgeous day, but we never got barnstormed (passed at high speed) by any of them. That has happened to me up there in the past, even while travelling at a spirited speed myself! We got sidetracked by about a half hour in each direction unsuccessfully trying to find the original Woodstock site, (I should have planned that part better for sure!) but made it to our destination in PA by late afternoon. Just in time for a short hike, some basketball and a lakeside hang.
I booked a night at The Inn At Starlight Lake site unseen because it was convenient to where we were riding.
That, and the story of how the current owner bought it with her now deceased husband after vacationing there for
years and loving it so much themselves. I kind of thought it would be an interesting throwback type of bed & breakfast. Interesting it was, indeed. To be fair, the season had not really kicked in so they were not totally prepared for guests yet. (though I am not sure just how much could really change by Memorial Day Weekend. lol) Firstly, our king bed was slanted more than their basketball hoop in the courtyard which was slanted more than their pool table in the game room. Even after I leveled the bed as best I could, Nick still ended up rolling me to the edge of my side by morning. The food at the inn was average at best but Nick ate for free so that was a plus. The beer was delicious and ice cold and since we were not riding anywhere til the next day, I made sure to have plenty of it.
The next day brought with it a light, dreary rain but we were prepared with rainsuits, and heated seats, grips and jacket liners. The going was understandably slower than the prior day but the traffic was light and this time, we only saw one other bike in that hazy mist. Our Sena communicators made the trip very fun and safe. Personally, I would
never put my kid on a bike without a comm (or a trunk) because Nick and I could engage each other the whole ride. Kids can easily fall asleep on a motorcycle and you can imagine how that might end… We toggled between our
music and conversation on the fly without having to push any buttons which was another plus. It made the trip breeze by and before you knew it, we were home safe and sound. Highlights that Nick saw while riding home included a naked woman standing on a porch and a guy leaning out of his car throwing up. You truly see it all
on a motorcycle.
Ironically, the impetus for this moto-mission was to have a chance for us to read the Body Book For Boys together
to help prepare Nick for his impending puberty. But there was another great life lesson to learn here, beyond just the
birds and the bees: You make your own good times wherever you are, despite the conditions especially when you’re with the ones you love. In our case, it was all about spending quality, digital-free dad/son time together. By that
measure it was fantastic and memorable. Remember those teaching moments I mentioned? I guess the best way to put it is– It’s not about where you venture, so much as who you share the adventure with.