Call It What You Want...

Adam has a new word, which he acquired over our vacation: "Cycle-Bike". It is pronounced "Sickle-Bi" with the last /k/ receding into nothingness. Since motorcycles, bikes, and even trikes have all been "cycle"s until now, this is an improvement. Except. They're all now "Cycle-bike"s.

So.

Tim and I took another trip to the very fondly-remembered Kelley's Island during our vacation. We had learned before we left that this past week was Ohio Bike Week, and that Kelley's Island was to be home to a Poker Run on the day we were there.

With images in my mind of "mean" and "scary" bikers (on the real things), I boarded the ferry with my dear hubby and a dozen or so motorcycles. (And some other vehicles and people, too, but they don't count.)

Turns out, not only were the Harleys out in force on the island, but it was also the day for the Triumph Register of America to be out and about on the island (somewhere around 30 TRs tooling around looking sweet and cool and flashy...)

We met up with some of the bikers at the Kelley's Island Brewery, where we had lunch, and they were all quite decent -- some even asked if we (with our bicycles) were taking part in the Poker Run. "Wrong kind of bike," I said. The guy shrugged. "Right number of wheels."

Hmmm, one of these is not like the others. And it's not only because Tim is wearing a helmet.