Cape May for Breakfast

Connecticut Polar Bears in Cape May, from left: Grumpy, CT Blogger, Anonymous Ed, Mac, John J. and Scott.
Check the time stamp: six minutes after sign-in opens and we're hitting the road for home.

Polar Bear Motorcycle Blog, Polar Bear Grand Tour, ride to VFW, Cape May, NJ, April 7, 2019.

By: Chris Loynd
Photos by: Grumpy

Cape May is traditionally our first and last destination of the Grand Tour. For this season it is our penultimate run. Next Sunday we have a makeup run to Easthampton Township, NJ in place of a snow cancellation on January 20th.

Grand Tour managers ensure a full schedule each season. All rides cancelled are rescheduled. Partly this is so riders can earn the points they need for patches, rockers and pins. Managers are loathe to cancel but the weather January 20th was pretty horrible. It was the first major storm of the year. Ice in the morning quickly turned to snow as the temperature rapidly dropped from freezing in the morning to zero that night.

This Sunday was nothing like that. A chilly morning warmed steadily, reaching high 60s for the ride home. The sun felt good, once it was up. Our crew overwhelmingly voted for early departure protocol (EDP). So I reluctantly set a 6:30 a.m. departure time. I got up at 5 a.m. and still managed to show up at our departure Dunkin' at 6:29.

My original plan was to take the Honda ST 1100. It has an awesome 300 mile per tank fuel range. I just got it back from service. But then Scott called the afternoon before to say he was going to ride. I told him my plan and Scott talked me into taking the Harley.

He was right of course about the Harley being more comfortable, especially on long rides. I was thinking it probably needed an oil change after sitting in my garage most of the winter while DOT sprayed horribly corrosive chemicals on our highways. Pogy suggested the bike was probably fine for the ride, even with old oil.

So Saturday afternoon I polished the bike a bit, topped off the gas tank, affixed the windshield, bungee-corded my air cushion to the seat and strapped on the barrel bag. With highway pegs and the barrel bag's backrest, I have 23 unique riding positions. We've done plenty of 800 mile days, the big girl and I. Cape May is less than 400 miles roundtrip.

Springer Takes the Lead

I was concerned about gas. Range on my Harley is something like 180 miles per tank. All of the other riders are on newer bikes or big Goldwings with more range than me. As part of the rebuild, I lost accuracy of the gas gauge. So to go 180 miles I have to ride the last 30 with the low fuel light shining bright. I also have different pipes, so I'm not yet confident if I can get the full 180 miles out of a tank. Riding with half-a-dozen other guys on the Garden State Parkway is no place to discover the bike's true gas range.

Another concern is my 160,000-plus miles motor. I did do a rebuild about 40,000 miles ago. All the same, I like to keep it under 70 mph. (Some of my fellow riders may dispute that claim, especially on the homeward leg of our ride.) The bike also has a gas mileage efficiency cliff above 70 mph. My experience (out west of course where it's perfectly legal) is that sustained speeds much above 70 suck up gas at an accelerated rate.

So despite my last-possible-moment arrival, I rode right to the front of the line of bikes, all of them running and ready to depart. In a blatant violation of protocol, I snatched the lead from Grumpy. He seemed okay with it. Grumpy being Grumpy, if he wasn't okay with it, well, I'm pretty sure I would have known.

With my bold and blatant move, I was able to control the group's speed and gas stops. It would have been better if I'd arrived 15 minutes earlier and explained myself and asked nicely. It wasn't polite. But hey, we're bikers for heaven's sake.

We had a good sized group. John Jackson was back with us. He's now aboard a new-to-him BMW. After years of riding Harleys, starting out on a Sportster, John J. went metric. He says he's enjoying things like a real suspension.

Some of our regulars were riding Sunday, Mac and Anonymous Ed. We had another anonymous rider whose identity is a secret. A couple of our regulars were out on medical waivers: Pogy and Captain. It's rough getting old.

Thick-skinned Biker Bears

A thin skin is soon thickened riding with the Connecticut Bears. Ripping on each other is part of the appeal. Most of us are tough enough and take it all in good humor. Well, at least most of the time. We have lost a few newbies who weren't up to the task. Captain has scared off a few for sure.

Even Marines need a kind word now and then. For example, the day after our ride I received a call from a petulant Pogy. He was miffed I hadn't called to see how he was, tell him about our Sunday ride (I thought such was this blog's purpose), hold his hand and give him some love.

Poor Pogy took a tumble Friday at work. He spent Saturday afternoon on heating pads and Saturday night was unable still to mount his Goldwing. He reluctantly decided he couldn't ride with us. He's going to spend as much time as he can on heating pads this whole next week so he can ride our last ride this coming Sunday.

On our way to Cape May we had our first chance to talk at our gas stop. Everybody seemed cool with me taking the lead, even if I did screw up. As I rode into the rest stop I noticed too late they'd changed the parking lot stripes. There used to be a big area at the head of each row of parking spaces striped for no parking. Generally we could park there without any issue and close to the building. But those spots are gone now, replaced by handicapped spots, a definite no-no.

So I led my group to the next parking row, only to be confronted with a huge arrow pointing toward us. So I skipped to the next lane, figuring they alternated. Instead that row was also one-way toward us. Nevertheless, I went the wrong way and put us on the side of the lane which was painted for parallel parking. We did have to be a bit careful crossing oncoming traffic to get back over to the correct side of the gas pumps. Fortunately it was still really early in the morning. Traffic was nonexistent.

Preseason Breakfast

We arrived in Cape May at 10:30 a.m. ready for breakfast. We pulled into the lot of the Saltwater Cafe, our go-to place for lunch and where some of our EDP riders went for breakfast at the beginning of the season. Unfortunately we hadn't checked the cafe's website before departing from Connecticut. The cafe's season runs April 28 to October 31. So our fall run was two days before they closed. Our spring run is a month before they open.

As we started Googling our smartphones for options, a guy came out of the gift shop next to the Saltwater Cafe. We talked a bit. He offered some breakfast restaurant options down by the beach. Then it occurred to him this was the first Sunday of the month. The VFW -- our final destination -- has a breakfast fundraiser the first Sunday of each month. He called to confirm and told them he was sending seven riders their way.

We arrived at the VFW and were treated like celebrities. They had a table waiting for us. The waitress was excellent, bubbly and friendly. The food was fast and tasty. Thank you Cape May VFW!

There was just one disappointment. We weren't first to arrive on motorcycles. Flight A Leader Jim arrived just minutes before us. Dang!

Breakfast was tasty and plentiful. They even had scrapple. Those who know me know that's soul food to my Pennsylvania Dutch roots. They even cooked it well. Sliced not too thick, griddle fried crispy on the outside, mushy in the middle. The scrapple came with three generous pancakes, also nicely done. Others in our group had variations of eggs and meats and omelets. With toast for all, juice, coffee and tea it came to $12 apiece including a generous tip.

Points, Patches and Pins

Like many biker gatherings, we value our badges of accomplishment. The Polar Bear Grand Tour has a formula for earning points. You get two points for showing up to each Sunday's destination on a motorcycle. You earn an additional point for every hundred roundtrip miles ridden to each destination. Coming from Connecticut, we generate a lot of mileage points. You can earn one point for driving in a car, but can only use that option three times. There are some bonus points to be earned for donating blood (or attempting to donate) and participating in specific events in summer and winter, including the famous Crotona Midnight Run. (The Midnight Run's 101st event was also scheduled for that troublesome January 20th and postponed for weather.)

Points are recognized by patches. At 30 points you earn your first patch, or a red rocker in subsequent years. Forty-five points upgrades you to a gold rocker. Sixty points earns a polar bear pin. There's also a perfect attendance pin. Connecticut Polar Bears created their own patch in addition to the official Grand Tour emblems.

Super enthusiasts have especially embroidered polar bear vests to hold our patches and pins. Grumpy and Captain presented me with a vest years ago and I've added my rockers to it ever since. They also have vests as do most of our other regular bears.

Our vests mean a lot to us. My vest tells a story about my life over the last 17 years. I earned my first patch the season I bought my Harley Springer and started riding motorcycles: 2002-03. There's a red rocker for the 2008-09 season because I started a new job at the aquarium that winter and missed a lot of rides. There's a blank space for last season; I started a new business and missed all the rides.

Captain has a great story about perfect attendance. In his first years of riding he made earning points a mission. He rode every summer bonus ride, donated the maximum allotted amount of blood and by the second ride of the season had already earned his red rocker. For quite a few years he had perfect attendance.

There was one season where Captain had a blowout on the last ride of the season. He went home on a tow truck, missing his perfect attendance. Polar Bear Grand Tour management appreciated his effort. They presented him with a perfect attendance pin with a black stripe across it to acknowledge his bad luck.

Grumpy told us at breakfast Sunday that he'd lost his vest. Grumpy joined me the second season I was riding Polar Bears and his vest reflected all those winter miles. He was packing for Daytona Bike Week and decided he didn't need to take his vest. He set it aside and somehow drove off without securing it. A grown man could cry.

Fortunately, Grumpy will be able to reconstruct his vest. Our excellent Grand Tour Flight Leaders have a record of all his seasons. Our Quartermasters had the right rockers for every ride but one. Polar Bear Chairman Bob told Grumpy not to worry, he's sure he has that one at home.

One of our group rode last week in the rain in order to get enough points to earn his gold rocker this season.

Another of our group said at breakfast he would not join us for the last ride of the season; it's his granddaughter's birthday. But as he was signing in for Cape May, his Flight Leader informed him he was just three points shy of earning his 60 point pin. "She's only four years old," he told us, "She won't remember." He'll likely join us this next Sunday.

We'll invoke EDP for the last ride of this season so our member can earn his pin AND attend his granddaughter's birthday party.

Almost first to arrive on motorcycles.

Signing in for points, patches and pins.

Grumpy's ride log page one . . .

and two.

Bob pic of the week with CT Blogger.

Grumpy earned his 60-point pin.

Mac earned his 60-point pin.

Grumpy tried out his selfie-stick at our stop-at-the-top break at Montvale Services on the Garden State Parkway.
He's originally purchased the stick for Princess who was our social media diva.