Chris and I had planned to leave and travel to Williamstown today..but mother nature had other plans. We checked the weather before we left, and rain was predicted, but not until evening. Since we departed at 2PM, we had hoped to reach Williamstown around 5:30 PM. 
     Unfortunately, the rain started around 3PM...a slow steady drizzle that never relented just about when we got on route 122N...which, in sunshine,  is a beautiful ride. In the rain, a much different story. After layering up and gutting it out for about an hour, fighting chilling temps and poor visibility, we pulled into a rest area for coffee and to rid the chills. We were still about 70 miles from our goal. 
     I spoke to Chris and suggested that we find a place to hole up for the night and dry out in the immediate area, since the rain was expected to get even heavier, and we were chilled to the bone already. Chris agreed, but we were in the town of Orange and there was no civilization for another 20 miles: the town of Greenfield. We made the decision to get to Greenfield and hope that accommodations were available. So it was back on the road.
   The visibility was very poor with a steady rain bombarding our face shields and the going was times it appeared that the rain might let up, and just as quickly it got heavier. Chris was mentioning through the intercom that his legs were chilled and shaking and his hands were numb..I concurred. It was a bit scary for a while. 
     Finally we saw signs for Greenfield and diverted off the main road. We passed through a rotary and saw a Quality Inn appear, like an oasis in the desert. There were few vehicles in the parking lot so it looked like we might be in luck. The concierge (Indian - big surprise!) informed us he did have a room with separate beds..and we grabbed it. Once in the room, the heat was cranked and our soaked garments: gloves, socks, and boots were set out to dry. My rain suit kept me dry, mostly, except for a little leakage in the pant leg. 
     Chris has a leather riding jacket. and once wet, leather is very difficult to dry, it takes a LONG time. But being the resourceful person that he is, he figured out a unique method of speeding the process. He hung his jacket in the bathroom, took the hair dryer from the wall and inserted in the cuff of the sleeve, then turned it on. The warm air blew through the jacket and helped to dry it. After about 2 hours, the jacket was 90% dry. 
     Exhausted and hungry, there was an Applebees next door and it was welcome. The bartender made us kick ass Mojitos that ht the spot. After stuffing ourselves on pasta, salads and ice cream, we watched gratuitous TV programming in the room until we were both comatose. We would tackle Mt. Greylock in the morning....

     Sometimes you just end up in places that you hadn't planned. Today I had planned to visit Bettencourts Honda in Bridgewater, just to loiter about. As fate would have it, I missed the exit. Not wanting to backtrack I decided to continue on with no plan. Picked up I-495 South to route 28..which I knew would go to Wareham and Buzzards Bay.  I must say it's always strange being in that town as my ex-wife lives there, and her family. No run ins. The Cape Cod canal is always a nice sight and makes for some great pictures. To my surprise, there was not a lot of traffic. The plan was to pick up route 6, across the Sagamore bridge and then cut over back to route 28 on the cape to Chatham, but time was waning and it was getting a bit cool (anything under 100 degrees to me is cool). So It was route 3A back through Manomet and Plymouth, right along the coast. 
     One thing stood out to me in both these areas, and that was the large number of houses for sale. In one stretch I counted 15 houses for sale, can't imagine what the asking price was for them, in Plymouth and right against the ocean. Recently there was a Great White sighting in Duxbury MA. So today by the beach there was a helicopter circling the beaches, my guess is that it was doing surveillance for potential sharks, but who knows...maybe someone escaped the local penitentiary...
     I often say that as riders, we develop a 6th sense for other traffic on the road with us. When riding, watching other drivers is essential for predicting who might be unaware of you and who is driving erratically. This proved true today on route 3N while headed home. A guy in a Lincoln who was speeding and changing lanes frequently (the constant lane changers are the ones you really have to watch). As he pulled up next to me at one point, I slowed down to give him space...sure enough, my instincts were right. He suddenly veered into my lane...I saw this coming just from observing his driving behavior.  The trick is to stay behind a particular car and watch them for 30 seconds or so. That is usually enough to give you a picture of what they might do...then you pull out and pass them quickly so they are behind you now and aware of your presence. That' s it for the riding lesson! Below are some pics...