Mark, Skiplate and I met up at 9:00AM Sunday at the Dunkin Donuts. One of the members of the rideohio.org board was going to ride a track day at Mid Ohio so we decided to take a ride out there and watch him take some laps.
As usual, we tried to put a little adventure into the ride. We decided to ride through the Amish country in Holmes county and then through Mohican State Park.
We took 62 for a ways, then we took a little detour for a while on some single lane road through farm country. We came across a big group of Amish and they all seemed to be looking at us wondering what we were doing on this little road out in the middle of nowhere. When I am out to do some sightseeing the little single lane roads are where its at for me. That is where you see real people and real things. No billboards or stores.
The area really is a nice place to ride with great scenery, but you really do need to keep your eyes on the road:
This stuff is slippery. And stinky.
When we got off of the one lane we ended up right at Heini’s Cheese Chalet!
Since it was Sunday, and since we were in Amish country, nothing was open. As we were just hanging out and stretching our legs, I noticed a sign on the building.
It says, “Yes, We’re OPEN”. It sure didn’t look open. The Tankster loves motorcycles, but the Tankster also loves cheese. If I had to pick between motorcycles and cheese I would choose motorcycles for sure, but I pray to God I never have to make that choice. When I point out the sign to Skidplate her eyes light up and she takes off across the road. Skidplate is also a big fan of cheese. The sign did not appear to be able to say “Sorry we are closed”, so I just assumed by the fact that there was nobody else within a mile of us that they were, in fact, closed. When Skidplate finally returned I could tell by the look on her face that they were, in fact, closed.
Here is Skidplate standing on the porch of a bakery across the street that is also closed. She stood there staring into the dark windows wishing it was Saturday. Finally, she just got an ice tea out of the vending machine.
By the time we got to Lexington we were pretty hungry. Out of the corner of my eye I see this sign:
Let me tell you what. The Tankster loves Mexican food. Mexican food has plenty of cheese. And beans. And meat. A quick right hand turn and the earlier disappointments are forgotten.
Once inside, I knew this was the place for me. The inside is very festive. The tables were festive. I spoke a little spanish to the guy who showed us to our table. His response was to look at me like I am stupid. He responded this way because I basically am stupid. Nothing I said in spanish really made any sense to anyone except me. I guess you are not multilingual if you are the only other person in the world who knows what you are saying.
When you sit down to eat at a table like this, you know the food is going to be good.
I ate like a pig. I ate all my meal, the appetizer, and some of Skidplates meal. I dribbled most of the Chori Queso onto my shirt. By now we were only a couple of miles from the track. I was looking forward to handing out and digesting me some Mexican food.