Aloha Intruder Family and Friends
Another fine morning, with clear skies and the trade winds blowing, perfect for riding. Today and all future rides are starting from the Hele Hele gas station in Mililani, since our usual meeting place at Zippy’s on Dillingham is closed. For today’s ride we have four riders, Kimo and his partner Genny, Henry and me, Kanuk. We filled our tanks and decided on the same route as last week. With just the four of us, there wasn’t a great need for road guards, so Kimo and Henry rode in front, and Genny and I rode behind them. Our first stop was at Kaiaka Bay Beach Park, where we entered and with no HPD this time monitoring the area, found quite a few more beach goers and surfers already enjoying the day. We only spent a few minutes there, and then hopped back on our bikes and rode through Haleiwa Town. It seems that as each weekend passes, there are more people out and about, today was no exception. Even Turtle Beach had some tourists lolling around, but luckily where as we normally end up in a congested stop and go roll, we cruised right on through. As we passed all the popular surfing areas, I was able to see that our surfing community was alive and well, catching the swells and doing their thing. The beaches weren’t packed, but there were definitely people out there, strolling around, and swimming, fishing and just enjoying the ocean in their own ways. Our next stop was at Kahuku Sugar Mill, and even though there were some lunch wagons up and running, there wasn’t a lot of activity, at least at that time. But, I did notice that the Lunch wagon trade seems to be holding their own, still open and eager for business. Most, if not all of the restaurants we passed were closed, and that left very few options for where we or anyone else would eat. Yet, this was not a problem for us, since we kept our focus on riding, and not our stomachs. Up to this point, we were crossing paths with other motorcycle clubs, and gave them our “shaka” sign as we went by. It seems as though, as the weeks pass by, more and more riders are getting back on their bikes, some with their club members, and some just riding solo. I fully understand the need, at least to get out, feel the wind on my face, the rush as I open my throttle a little bit higher. I’ve had many discussions with my husband who is a surfer, and as I listen to him describe “riding a wave”, I fully relate to that feeling, but doing it on the road instead. Aloha and Mahalo, Leslie aka Kanuk