Ah, Sunday. Time to Ride to Eat once again, and our destination was set. Thanks to Funday, we were on our way to the Boiler Room in Kewanee.
Back roads beckoned, so we took the less traveled route until we happened upon fresh road maintenance — and its gravel topcoat. No. Thank. You. We hung a left and continued. Even with our re-route, we still had to ease our way over several yards of gravel before turning back onto the highway. No good, but nothing we haven’t had to do before.
We explored the road less traveled, winding our way through central Illinois.
We hadn’t been to Burnzee’s Bar & Grill in Brimfield since the kitchen was updated, so when I saw it was the week’s Sunday Funday location, our Ride to Eat plans were made.
The day was overcast with a chilly breeze but not bad enough to deter us. I rolled my head back as we glided down the road surrounded by big, open countryside. God, I love being on the bike! Continue reading
While chatting with BikerBob one evening, I mentioned how many potential Ride to Eat destinations don’t serve food on Sundays — the one day a week the husband and I can ride together. Nodding his head in agreement, he casually noted, “Except on Sunday Fundays.” And just like that, I had my lightbulb moment!
To be honest, I’m ashamed to admit I hadn’t previously realized that the magazine actually was the answer to my magazine problem. Coincidentally, the next day was the first Sunday Funday of the riding season, so we made plans to check out Ross’ Roadhouse after our weekly chores were done.
Grabbed a quick selfie at a stop light for my Instagram account.
While pondering new Ride to Eat destinations recently, I asked BikerBob for some recommendations. He suggested several places that support the magazine, including Knuckleheads Roadhouse in Washburn. Scheduled to host its first BikerSpot Sunday Funday that weekend, Knuckleheads became the obvious choice. But, I will get to those other places he mentioned soon.
It was a glorious Sunday. The forecast called for sunshine and a high of 80 — time to ride!
Parked at the marina in Lacon by the Illinois River.
Sometimes, you want a good burger. Other times, you want a great burger. That’s exactly how I felt when I woke up on this particular Sunday morning. In fact, I thought about it quite a bit that whole week … that is, I did after I realized Sunday Funday’s destination for the afternoon — Nowhere Bar & Grill in Victoria, Illinois.
From where the hubby and I live in Peoria, it’s not that far of a drive to Victoria, so we decided to extend the trip for a full day with our knees in the breeze. After some discussion of options, we decided to make a return trip to the Wolf Covered Bridge in rural Knox County, a place we’d visited the summer before with the old Vulcan.
After a short ride on I-474 to US 150 (War Memorial Drive), we headed west for a few miles, turning left on Kickapoo-Edwards Road. Outside Edwards, we took W. Southport Road (Route 8) for about 20 miles before hanging a right on Knox Road 1900 East, going even deeper into farm country. Now, what you need to know about me is that I grew up riding around on county roads, discussing life and the world with my dad. While the back roads are mostly gravel where I’m from, the paved county roads in Illinois provide the perfect opportunity to re-live the slow, easy pace I so fondly recall. So, there we were surrounded by fields and the wind and the sound of the engine below us. It was perfect peace. Continue reading
While this post mainly will focus on our July 13th ride to Mackinaw, some of the photos and commentary are based on a prior trip, on June 8. Both days, we ultimately were destined for a BikerSpot Sunday Funday at The River Roadhouse, with a lunch stop at Haynes on Main first. Since the rides were going to be so close together, I opted to wait for a later post instead of repeating myself. So, here goes…
Somewhere in Bartonville, we stumbled upon this interesting sight after choosing the wrong road — a dead end.
Instead of simply riding to Mackinaw, we wanted to make something of a trip out of it. With the bridge still out over the Kickapoo Creek at Pottstown, we started on a favorite route around town. Heading northwest, we quickly found ourselves at Jubilee College State Park and Princeville, joking that only other bikers would understand the crazy start to our route — heading in exactly the opposite direction of our target! Continue reading