Killer food at Big Boys on I-75 in Monroe County
How have you been? The week went fast for me since my last post. The week was filled with visiting with my buddy from Vancouver, as I reported in my last post, after he dried out. We did some touring so Gerry could get an idea about the county of Essex and we spent one day in Windsor and stopped by the Thunder Road Harley Davidson dealer and the Caesar's Casino for a spell. With my beloved Val's help, I walked away with a $2.40 (she doubled my $1.20 jackpot..LOL) windfall from the penny machines.
I had wished for a week of good weather to compensate for the wash-out our guest had been welcomed with on his ride through Detroit, and my wishes were answered for the most part. Gerry is not much of a "yard-bird" but we had good enough weather for patio lounging everyday for Val and I, in the morning, while Da Gar performed his "rituals" (the term Gerry uses to refer to his computer antics). He routinely surfs the websites that his gamer tendencies insist, and shadowed several social utilities he frequents throughout the day on our laptop. I
tended to head outside while Da Gar satisfied his cyber obligations when we weren't gallivanting in the car to buffets or bargain shops or bike shops. He did treat me to a facebook gaming application that I now religiously attend to collect my credits which subscribe to the principle of "use them or lose them" every 24 hours. LOL.
I had expected the visit to last a few more days, when Gerry announced, the weather window permitted him to head back to Winnipeg this morning, and, ride under the sun. That is an offer a biker cannot refuse. I can vouch for that from my years of cruising over the continent. I scripted and directed the geared up traveller and we shot off some videos and pictures this morning to journalize the week.
"Call me from your motel, wherever you spend the night," I yelled as he mounted his Hawg.
"Don't say nothing to my Mom on MSN, about my leaving Windsor until I say so," he hollered as he wedged on his helmet over the skull bandanna I re-gifted him from a Quebec biker friend of mine.
Once we were satisfied with our collection, I guided Gerry back over our county roads to Windsor and we said our good-byes within sight of the border crossing. I tried not to shed a tear but, one or two may have run down my cheek.
"Stop for the lunch at Big Boy on I-75 in Monroe County," I said. "Once you try one you wont drive by another Big Boys without stopping" I predicted, as he hunkered his leg over the seat. My last image was him, turning towards the Ambassador bridge as I was telling my beloved Val about his vest popping a dome when he was gearing up this morning.LOL
We settled back on the patio when we got home, and continued to savour the sun for the rest of the day.
I'll be in touch.
I had wished for a week of good weather to compensate for the wash-out our guest had been welcomed with on his ride through Detroit, and my wishes were answered for the most part. Gerry is not much of a "yard-bird" but we had good enough weather for patio lounging everyday for Val and I, in the morning, while Da Gar performed his "rituals" (the term Gerry uses to refer to his computer antics). He routinely surfs the websites that his gamer tendencies insist, and shadowed several social utilities he frequents throughout the day on our laptop. I
tended to head outside while Da Gar satisfied his cyber obligations when we weren't gallivanting in the car to buffets or bargain shops or bike shops. He did treat me to a facebook gaming application that I now religiously attend to collect my credits which subscribe to the principle of "use them or lose them" every 24 hours. LOL.I had expected the visit to last a few more days, when Gerry announced, the weather window permitted him to head back to Winnipeg this morning, and, ride under the sun. That is an offer a biker cannot refuse. I can vouch for that from my years of cruising over the continent. I scripted and directed the geared up traveller and we shot off some videos and pictures this morning to journalize the week.
"Call me from your motel, wherever you spend the night," I yelled as he mounted his Hawg.
"Don't say nothing to my Mom on MSN, about my leaving Windsor until I say so," he hollered as he wedged on his helmet over the skull bandanna I re-gifted him from a Quebec biker friend of mine.
Once we were satisfied with our collection, I guided Gerry back over our county roads to Windsor and we said our good-byes within sight of the border crossing. I tried not to shed a tear but, one or two may have run down my cheek.
"Stop for the lunch at Big Boy on I-75 in Monroe County," I said. "Once you try one you wont drive by another Big Boys without stopping" I predicted, as he hunkered his leg over the seat. My last image was him, turning towards the Ambassador bridge as I was telling my beloved Val about his vest popping a dome when he was gearing up this morning.LOL
We settled back on the patio when we got home, and continued to savour the sun for the rest of the day.
I'll be in touch.
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Next time... maybe we can cruise them towns again on HAWGS!
You're the Best... Take Care!
PS: There were no Big Boys that I noticed...