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Bill and George at Billy's Downtown Diner

There are quite a few stories on patrickWeb about the Trike. It was a sad day when I sold it, but I am happy the person who bought it from me on eBay is a fine gentleman, and he and I and a friend of his got acquainted at Billy’s Downtown Diner in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania last summer (see last year’s post about our rendezvous). We planned a “Second Annual Billy’s Diner Breakfast” for today. It turns out that the diner where we had breakfast last year is closed for renovations, but we discovered that Billy has a second restaurant in Allentown, PA. We expanded the group to include my wife plus my brother and his wife. Three Harley-Davidson trikes and my can-am Spyder RT Limited pulled up to Billy’s at 9 a.m.

Bill and George, my new Trike friends, and my brother are kindred spirits, for sure. We had a good time talking about motorcycles, rides, and of course healthcare.  I won’t cite any specific ages other than me about to turn 69, but I can say that the sum of the ages at the breakfast table was more than 425 years!

This post would not be complete without a comment or two about Billy’s Downtown Diner. They have an amazing piece of technology that produces great orange juice. They drop oranges in the top and out comes fresh juice. I don’t know where the peels go. When it comes to the food, the menu has something for everyone — unless you have any dietary concerns. If I ate there regularly, I would have qualified as a congestive heart failure patient in my research study! However, I don’t think having Huevos Rancheros once a year will kill me. Ingredients?

Huevos Rancheros: Corn tortilla topped with refried beans, chorizo sausage, melted pepper jack and cheddar cheese with two fried eggs, guacamole and green chiles. Served with Idaho homefries.

The ride back to our lake house in the Pocono mountains was much longer than expected, and the temperature was in the low 90’s. We took the back roads, and things were going great until we ran into a detour at the same time that we went to reserve fuel. The detour was a wild goose chase, and the GPS was as confused as I was. When we found a gas station, my 5-gallon tank took 4.88 gallons. The ride for the day was just shy of 200 miles. I think we all look forward to the “Third Annual Billy’s Downtown Diner Rendezvous”.