Breakfast meeting - Six hardy souls and one wimp(me) managed to locate the tiny restaurant hidden in the huge metropolis of Corunna.  On Main street, no less.  Fred's Ultra served as a beacon.

Reminder~It helps to bring the map you just printed out and to remember the name of the place.  We were again rewarded with good food at a reasonable price with personal, friendly service from everyone.  We shared infomation, advice, laughs.

My plan was to leave from there and ride to Indy for a weekend visit with my family.  Friday evening was spent cleaning and packing the bike.   I got up early and added a couple of layers of thermal and leather in anticipation of the chilly ride on I-69.  Then I opened the garage door to discover it was raining.  Then I checked the radar.  Dark green and yellow blobs all the way down.  Hmmm. Reluctantly opted to drive the car so changed into regular clothes.

The biker fairies ridiculed me as I drove on pretty much dry roads all the way with only 3 slight rain showers.  The real punished came when I stopped at Jim Bailey's H-D in Fort Wayne to get my Passport Tour entry.  The annual 'Music Fest' was in full swing with hundreds of motorcycles in the parking lot and crowds of leather clad real bikers.  That punishment was mild compared to what was to come.  My daughter and her Harley biker boyfriend planned to ride in an American Legion fund raiser leaving at 11am Sunday.  They said I could follow in my car-if I wanted.  When the last bike pulled out I left for home-in my nice HOT car.  'sniff'

Tammie had reminded me 'Better be safe than sorry.'  Guess it is better to be sorry than dead.  Arrived home safely after seeing 12 dead deer by the side of the road and one smart one grazing at the edge of the woods on the far side of the field...

Stay safe...............  Yvonne