At one point, near the Waterloo Airport, I came upon a right turn quite suddenly and signaled my intent to turn. I looked in my mirror and saw Peggy, riding second, admiring the scenery and totally unaware of my intention to cut right across her path. Discretion being the better part of not becoming a 911 call, I made an instant division to cancel my turn while indicating to the rest of the group where the turn was. Peggy was soon back with me and we made a U-turn to get back to the rest of the gang. I'm glad I looked back.
It was good to see the old ski hill again, even if the field we camped in was gutted. I see they now have water slides. The checkpoint was around the front and the challenges involved throwing disks and and other things at various hoops on the ground. The smaller the hoop you hit, the bigger the score. I didn't hit much.
From Chicopee, I scanned the sheet and saw the next checkpoint was at the Tim Horton's at the corner of Myers and Water Streets in Cambridge. I knew a nice road leading there and ignored the route sheet. We took King Street across the 401 to Fountain and went west to the traffic circle seeking Blair Road, the nice, winding route I wanted to introduce everybody to. Murphy kicked in, however, when we went around the circle and the Blair exit was marked "Road Closed". With tears in our eyes, we retraced our steps along Fountain Street, again passing a very raunchy dead skunk that we thought we would never see again, and reached our destination via downtown Preston and downtown Galt. We reached the checkpoint before anyone else and confused the volunteers working there by arriving from the wrong direction.
After having some fun and scoring poorly at some more inane games, we stopped at the adjacent Timmie's (which is half way between Kim and Mike's place and the apartment building Heather used to live in), and had some wraps and stuff.
From Tim's, I led the group up Franklin and took them across Avenue Road, where there are some very fancy mansion type homes. Then we headed up Townline and across the 401 on CR 32. I didn't realize 32 went this way and now have a better shortcut to Kim & Mike's from Guelph. We rode through Maryhill, went by the renowned Waterloo Region Model Railroad Club headquarters (they model the Sudbury Division of the CPR circa 1975 on a five level layout) and up to CR 86. A left here took us right back to the campground, where we signed in and I made two more futile attempts to score points with a nerf gun and something else. It spit a little rain just after we got back.
The (Unofficial) Poker Run Route
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The ride over, we settled in for a quiet afternoon visiting and socializing.
(Fred is in amazing shape for an 80 year old)
For supper, we listened to a recommendation made by fellow Freedom Riders Jack and Cathay. They suggested a place their lovely daughter works in Alma, Marj's Village Kitchen. Sandy went with Maggie and Joe in their van while Peggy and I rode. Alma is a crossroads, and Marj's is not well marked. The sign is even parallel to the road, which makes it hard to spot. But the locals know it.
While we were waiting for a table Gabby and Mabel (who have been eating all their meals here since they found the place) arrived with a lady friend. When they gave us a table for six, we offered Gabby's friend a chance to sit with us, which would make it easier for Gabby and Mabel to get a table for two. Sure enough, they got it right next to us. The food was great, the prices were reasonable and the server was fun. They have an attached bakery but I was a good boy and didn't bring any treats home.
After we ate, Maggie, Joe and Sandy headed out. Peggy and I waited a bit for Gabby to ride back with him and spent time talking to the owners of several old cars who had stopped in to eat.
The Supper Run to Alma
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