Mexican MisadventurePosted: July 12, 2015
I really don’t get out on the bike much anymore. That’s a shame. And when I do get the chance, it’s easy to get bummed when things don’t go as planned.
My brother John talked me into going for a Sunday ride. I wanted to go to Dogtown Public House in Mexico Missouri because they are a client of my wife’s photography business. She shot studio portraits of a series of iconic dog breeds, and had them printed on huge canvasses to be the thematic centrepieces of this relatively new Irish pub. Because of time constraints with their opening, my wife had these giant prints drop shipped to the pub and never got to see the finished product. I like Irish pubs. I like long rides, and I like my wife’s photography – This seemed like a perfect destination.
I met up with John at his place in the morning, and we hit the road – he on his Bonneville T-100, me on my Z1000.
We took the freeways and highways all the way there – a fast, but boring 2 hours with not much to see. We arrived between 11:00 and noon – perfect timing, I thought, since Dogtown Public House’s facebook page said they were open at 11:00 on Sundays.
Right away, something didn’t look right. there were no lights on at the restaurant, and no hours posted.
Peering in the dark bar, I could see Amy’s photos on the wall. It was a nice looking place. But there was mail from the previous day on the floor by the front door – a sure sign that they weren’t opening any time soon that day.
Defeated, John and I found a nearby pizza buffet, and had our lunch. We decided to take a more scenic route back home. We took 19 south down to Hermann Missouri, and jogged back East on 94, a pleasantly twisty and scenic ride through the wine country. The afternoon heat was not pleasant. And when we stopped for gas outside of Hermann, John’s bike wouldn’t start back up – the starter just ratcheted in protest when he thumbed the start button. We ended up bump starting it and resigned to riding straight home with no more stops.
94 was Ok, we had a fair few miles without being stuck behind super-cautious winery goers, but there were some times when we were behind some city-dweller putting along at 40 mph, and dragging his SUV’s brakes for a hundred yards before every corner. That makes the heat of the day even more unpleasant. 94 isn’t at its best on a hot Sunday afternoon, but it was still the highlight of the ride.