On our George Barrington’s (GWB) and Bob Wagner’s (RMW) rides around the country, we like to take the back roads that would include US routes. On one trip we decided to run a US route from the Midwest to the East as far as it would go. Hopefully it would lead us through some interesting towns along the way. We were rewarded with some great motorcycle roads, scenery that one just does not see from the super slab and interesting people along the route. Another plus was that we got to see some small towns and were able to eat in the local cafes and restaurants. When doing that, you meet the locals. We always look for where the local LEO is eating. They always know the good local eateries.
But, and you know that there is always a but in every adventure, this time we had many problems following the Route signs. The local road maintenance crews seem to hide them so following the signs can become a very interesting challenge. Well, in this one, not-so-small town out East, we were stopped at a traffic light and we thought the route we were following went straight. Well, as it turns out, it turned left and we were in the right lane. So, as I was leading, I communicated with GWB and told him that we should go straight and then use the side streets to get back to the route we should have turned left onto. I guess most of this was heard by the guy in the big black pickup truck who was in the left turn lane next to me. He yelled over to me and asked if we were looking for the US route and I answered yes we were. He said to follow him when the light turns green and he would lead us out of town. This sounded like a good idea as it would put us on the route that we wanted and, if it changed again, he seemed to know the way. Well, the light turned green, he pulled forward, I pulled in behind him and GWB followed. As we made the turn, the guy behind the pickup took offence to us pulling in front of him, so there was some honking for second or two. Once we got on the main route again, I had a chance to see the back of the pickup truck and low and behold, there was a big word on the tail gate that read “Sheriff”. You guessed it, it was the local sheriff who was leading us out of town, so we followed him almost all the way out of town. He made a left turn just before the end of town but waved us on ahead and we were on our way on the US route again. You meet all kinds of nice folks on motorcycle trips if you use the local roads.
That is how GWB and RMW were escorted out of some small town out East.
(Editors comment: Like this was the first time that the two of you were asked to leave, or were escorted out of a town!)
George Barrington and Bob Wagner