Glenn’s Mystery Ride

All 25 members on 16 bikes lined up in the parking lot ready to follow Glenn even though no one, not even his wife, knew where he was leading us. We rode along the Ohio River for awhile and then headed off into farm country. We ended up at the Hillybilly Hot Dog. I understand this place is rated 15 out of 101 places on the food channel. But how do I describe it? No matter what I say if you have never been there it is going to sound awful. The parking lot is up hill all stone and gravel and right away I got myself in a bad spot which required 6 men to push my bike back to a partway level spot before I could pull out to leave. But let’s get back to describing this place. First it is two old, broken down buses parked next to each other and then a room built on with something like a porch built on to all that. The door to enter opens from the side you think should have the hinges; names of people who have visited are written all over everything. Of course I had to sign one wall before I left. Hanging from the walls, ceilings, outside and inside, the trees and even the roof are all types of junk is the only word I can think of. Things I saw were a toilet seat, bells, shovels, underwear, toys, dolls, truck parts, and so much more. We walked around for over an hour and I’m sure we didn’t see everything. The menu had pizza hotdogs, fried hotdogs, hillybilly hotdogs, and more. The food was great and the little girl behind the counter joined the fun. We rode 100 miles to get a hotdog – does that make us crazy? I don’t think so a 200 mile day on the bike is always good. A dip in the pool at the hotel and then off to find dinner. Now it’s time to socialize and play cards.