I first heard of BBBBQ when I went to the MMR in July. They set up their trailer and sold pulled pork sandwiches on the night I was there....I thought it was awesome, and knew that we had to go to their store for a full dinner.
I was not disappointed with the food or service at all.
Kind of an unusual start to the ride, I was in Wabasha already for breakfast, so Owen and Nick met me there about 11. Off we went, taking D to B, etc and so on. Sunny and warm, gentle breezes.
Of course there was some road killed critters, some cats, skunks, oppossums, deer, coons., squirrels, etc. Lots of gravel on the roads, Some corn and some beans as well. More on the gravel later.
The trees and their leaves. Wow. You might think that you could go to the paint store and buy those colours....but you can't. There's something about them....a row of maples, where one will still be green, the next will be yellow, the next is gold, the next is orange, the next is red, the next is rust, the next is brown and the next one is naked. Theer is definately a synergy to the trees and leaves, where the whole is greater than the sum of the parts....because they're just trees and leaves, but in October on a sunny warm breezy day, they're magic.
Speaking of magic....how about the smells of autumn? Hay, skunk, corn, soybeans, diesel exhaust, manure spreader, hot brakes, silage....
We got to Ettrick and turned right on D, and wound up in Whitehall again. It wasn't a total waste of time, as we saw a frac sand mine. But it delayed lunch by at least half an hour, and nearly wrecked Owen. See, a deer came running out of the field, which was brown (both the field and deer....). Owen has good reflexes and hit the brakes when appropriate then cranked the throttle when more appropriate, missing the damn deer. Nick was far enough back so he saw the whole thing, but did not have a close encounter with THAT deer. Turns out his was before that, but was slightly less dramatic.
You've been thru the Mindoro cut, right So once we made it back to Ettrick and turned left on D, but then missed W, but found 108 anyway, we caught up to a HD, and chased them thru the cut and down the otherside. How I was the only one to hit that patch of gravel I don't know, but it's a sick kind of feeling when the bike is leaned over and kind of skidding towards the guardrail. But the Goldwing is an awesome bike even when the rider isn't....so we survived to ride another day.
Lunch was great. The pulled pork, the ribs, the baked beans, the fries, all fabulous. I thought the sauce was a little sweet, but it did have decent spice. Service was pretty fast, the restroom adequate. They have designated motorcycle parking out front.
Going back to Wabasha took a little less time, even though we had to follow a pickup pulling a wagon thru Arcadia. Speaking of Arcadia....have you seen the overlooks south of town on 95? WOW. I would have stopped for a picture, but the camera phone just would not have done it justice. Plus I wanted to be back by 5ish. We met a sheriff car running hot right at 88, but he didn't bother us.
We followed a group of old stinky cars back to Nelson/Wabasha....you'd think they'd tune them up when the restore them, huh? It was a great ride, I had a lot of fun. About 330 miles. I'm ready to go again.....