The Check Is In The Mail! No Really!
Departure Time: 8:30 a.m.
Destination: Richmond, Indiana
Purpose: Breakfast at any Greasy Spoon
With temperatures forecasted for the 70’s today, I headed to Indiana in search of the biggest, greasiest, most unhealthy breakfast I could find. I began the ride heading west on Interstate 70, eventually heading north in order to pick up the Old National Road, then follow it into Richmond.
The scenery was dotted with freshly harvested corn fields, dilapidated barns, hundreds of cows, and many small towns sporting names such as; Clayton, Lewisburg, Shiloh, Eldorado, and Braffetsville.
Entering one of these small towns, I noticed a diner with a crowded parking lot, that can only mean one thing! Great food! (If the locals like it, you know it’s good!) I pulled in and began taking off my gear, when I was warmly greeting by a few good ole boys on their way out. The place was full of friends and neighbors, discussing everything from log splitters, Aunt Edna’s arthritis, to that “Damn Obama”.
I quickly perused the hand written menu and decided on the “Ultimate Breakfast”…
- 3 eggs
- Bacon and Sausage
- Fried taters
- Biscuits and sausage gravy
- Strong black coffee
I enjoyed the conversation and the delicious food, but soon it was time to continue on. I moved to the cashier and handed her my debit card, “Oh we don’t have one of them machines here” she replied. Stunned, I looked in my wallet and realized I only had three, one dollar bills! “I better get the owner Sir” she retorted. Soon the owner came over, and to make a long story short; I will be putting a check in the mail on Monday for $7.83. Folks, this is why I ride!
here’s a few more pics of the day…
