Vintage Goldwing rally in PA

I attended my first Naked Goldwing Bike rally and despite some of the wings being fully clothed it was still a lot of fun.  The rally was in PA and my son AMH and his family lives in Eastern Ohio so it was a great chance to see his family, attend the rally and get out of town with MKH for a few days.

We loaded my 1975 naked Goldwing into the back of the truck and away we went. Putting the bike in the back of the truck is always a hassle but in many ways I prefer that to putting it on a trailer, mainly because it seems more secure.

All my gear came out for the trip and I took off through Eastern Ohio to my destination near Cook Forest and Vowinckle PA.  I'll have to say that traveling the back roads of Eastern Ohio was beautiful.  Entering PA really got my attention because there was a huge bump in the road that felt like it destroyed my kidneys.

The next thing I noticed was that PA must have a lot of money because they were reconstructing every road I took. Just the money they spent on detour signs must have been astronomical.  So much for my carefully planned route.  I just kept saying to myself, keep going North and East.  Five hours is not too bad for a three hour trip but hey, it was beautiful and I had some wonderful accommodations waiting for me.

I had a cabin all to myself, in fact I had all the cabins to myself since no one else in my club rented one.  They were all in motels that had trivial things like air conditioning and swimming pools for the 90 plus degree days and nights.  Who needs air and pools?  I had two fans.  And notice in the picture, I had a clothes line, a pretty blue tarp on my roof, an overhang to park my bike under and two lovely rustic blue plastic chairs with tremendous patina.  You can't get that just anywhere.  

I also basked in the glory of a deer head hanging on the wall and lovely fruit decals on the beams.  "Wipe your feet" was written in magic marker on the threshold and who doesn't need to be reminded of that?

Really, the bed was comfortable and I slept well once I stopped sweating.  I woke up thinking that something was nibbling on my toes but it was probably just a bad dream.  I took a quick check out the window each of the four times I woke up in the middle of the night to make sure my bike was still there.  It was.  The shadows from the moonlight shining on the trees was quite lovely in fact.

The two fans ran all night and I'm sure this place was as nice as any blast furnace in the country.
Nearly thirty vintage Goldwings were lined up at our various stops.

It was great to see all those bikes looking so good and still in such wonderful shape after 30 plus years.  I felt secure that no matter what happened to my bike there would be someone there who could fix it whether I could or not.