Crooked Roads of the Finger Lakes
FIFTY YEARS HAD PASSED SINCE I RACED NUMEROUS TIMES ON THE FAMOUS UNADILLA MOTOCROSS TRACK, SO MY MEMORY WAS A BIT FADED
It had been a rainy night in Calcium, N.Y., but my GS burbled to life on a cloudy Sunday morning. Clinking up through the gears, I rode down to NY 3. With little to no traffic and only the gentle sound of the wind, I rode along through memorable curves at Oswegatchie. Slowing down, I searched for evidence of the deer with which I had an unfortunate encounter a few weeks earlier. Caution reigns supreme after that experience, and I constantly scan the roadside for any movement.
This was the time of year for my friend Tony and I to go on what has become our annual ride. We met many decades ago when I was racing for Yamaha and Tony was their lead mechanical technician. Amazing how motorcycle friendships last forever.
Cruising quietly into Tupper Lake, I found a chic little coffee shop called Well-Dressed Food and parked out front. Tony should arrive soon at our rendezvous point from Montreal. Tupper Lake, like many Adirondack towns, was established because of the lumber
