Taking Junior to the doctor today. Set the alarm for 7:00, but I need not have bothered – some insensitive jackass on a Harley (imagine that!) with loud pipes (imagine THAT!) decided he was too cool to push his bike, actually just COAST his bike out of the campground, but needed to start it shortly after 6:00. Not just START it, mind you (that would not have been TOO bad), but let it idle for about ten minutes, before he left. Nice. Quiet hours runs until 7:00. Guess he can’t read. Or just doesn’t care. Probably the latter.

Anyway, in to town, hit the dealership, put junior in, and go to breakfast. A nice lady who also had her vehicle in for repairs suggested The Breakfast Club. We were going to go to IHOP, but hey, I’ll take a local, non-chain place any day, if I’ve heard it’s good. She called it right! I wanted to try their corned beef hash, since I got burned at the last place, but that’s a menu item, and their special of the day was a German Skillet, so I had that. Tasty! Potatoes, peppers, german sausage, cheese, all under two eggs over medium – yum! And biscuits. Soft, fluffy biscuits.

Well, my fears were unfounded – I thought we might need to replace the right rotor. Nope! Needed to replace BOTH front rotors! Oh, well, I’m not surprised, with almost 200K miles on the truck, they should be worn out. I guess it will be the rear ones next time. I might do that job myself after we get home, now that I have a place to do it (love that new fence!).

So, truck done, it’s about noon – bike shop time! We go to Peloton Cycles (were there last year as well) and met a very friendly and helpful guy whose name I did not get, unfortunately, but he gave us some great trail tips, and also what I hope are going to be great eateries tips. But right now, it’s haircut time! Find a Supercuts (only there best for my hair!), get the job done. Next, of course is food, so off we go to find “the place with the cannon out front, it’s right on the corner of College and Laporte Ave – you can’t miss it!”. Except it’s not on that corner, because BeauJo’s is on that corner, but that’s another place he told us about, so we turn down Laporte ’cause I’m already in the turn lane, and then of course do a U-turn to get back the way we were going, HEY! There’s a cannon! Not on the corner, but about 1010 feet down the block. It’s Called Washington’s Sports Bar. Hmmm. I hate sports bars, because they’re into … well … sports. BUT, he did say the food was really good, so we’ll try it.

This is the inside of the place, by the bar:

And if you look up:

That plane is at least 15 feet long. A bit of an eclectic place. I got the Philly Cheese Steak and a Milk Stout:

Pretty good, I must say! Groceries on the way home after lunch and then … RAIN!

Damn.