We met up at Weston's Beach parking lot at 12:30 on a fine Sunday. CJ and I were getting together with Ken Nelson and a group of Buell owners he had organized for today's ride. I have to admit, I am horrible with names, so didn't get most of them lodged in my memory. I am on the far left and Ken is second from the left. The other two... sorry, I just can't recall their names. BTW - the smear on these pics is the remains of a dead bug that didn't get spotted on the lens until I offloaded the camera for a look on Monday.

We waited around until about 1:45 before everyone had arrived and we got our helmets on to head for the Notch.

CJ [my wife and onboard photographer] didn't take any pictures of the ride from Fryeburg to our first stop at the rest area near the top of Evan's Notch because the damned camera ran out of batteries, so we had to wait until we got to the stop to change them. Here are a couple of shots taken there.

By the time we left there were four more bikes stopped. As you can see we kind of took over the rest area and many cars reluctantly passed by the big bad bikers rather than stop for the great view.

CJ is on the right in this pic. The other two rode up from Massachusetts that morning and planned to ride back the same night. Round trip - probably somewhere around 400 miles. On a Buell! 2 up! First day he had the bike too! Now, that is balls.

The whole crew, plus four more who stopped by while we were there. Three Harleys and a new Indian. The guy riding the yellow Indian had a cast on his throttle arm. Looked like a tough twist of the wrist to me.

Headed out again going north on 113 through Evan's Notch. CJ snapped this pic while standing up on the rear floorboards. She's got balls too.

We had a pretty good scoot for a few miles. I laid the floorboards of my Goldwing against the tar a few times trying to keep up with these Buells, but it sure was fun.

Then we got hung behind some traffic. Unfortunately, Evan's Notch is scary for cagers, so they creep along. This particular bunch pulled off at a campground almost as soon as we caught up to them.

This allowed us to string out and lean over some more to the end of the notch.

Here we are lined up waiting to turn west on Route 2 in Gilead, Maine at the end of Evan's Notch Road [Rte 113].

The ride up Route 2 was faster as the speed limit is 50 to 55 all the way. There are some serious reducing radius turns along this stretch so keeping to the speed limits is recommended.

Here we are coming into Gorham, NH. This is a logging town with a paper mill as it's core economic engine. The locals have seen the mill change hands a dozen times in as many years, so the economy is pretty tight here due to lack of employee confidence.

Pulled off the side of the road for some group shots. Getting to be lunch time, so...

... after one more shot on the road...

...we stopped at the local Subway.

While everyone stretched out CJ took some more shots, before she and I continued on ahead of the rest,.

...riding Route 16 south through Pinkham Notch, past Mount Washington [which was so socked in with dark clouds that photos were out of the question] and on to our home in Albany, NH. CJ and I rode 107 miles.