"Damn the torpedoes…"

Sez Tom (of Scooter by the Sea fame),

"We're going riding".

I tried to remind Tom that Farragut said that, 

1) While being lashed to a mast with no danger of falling down, and

2) while being in the deep south where snow is as rare as palm trees in Maine, and

3) I went to Farragut Junior High School and didn't enjoy it, so "Good Ole" David wasn't my favorite person to quote.

But, it didn't get through.  So, To market, to market….

Of course, Tom's right… After all, Winter is a fact of life in Maine, and if you waited for "good" weather, your bones would meld and fuse together; your scooter rust away – plastic parts and all.

Oh, well, half a league, half a league, half a league onward.

But then, winter, I'm convinced, is why we have little, wonderful "Mom & Pop" breakfast joints scattered throughout the state.  Fortuitously, they happen to be just far enough to enjoy a ride and close enough so that you don't get cold while getting there.

Neat, eh?

Sunrise Cafe.

Delightful little place, on Route One, almost in Freeport.  (Actually, it IS in Freeport, but not IN Freeport, if you catch my drift).  Here, you can stuff yourself with a big eggs-and-bacon-and-potatoes and all that kind of stuff, for less than 6-bucks… A cuppa Joe – refilled a few times, and a muffin, Thhiiisss Big, came to $2.49.  Can you live with that?

And, it's a cozy, little place…

With little "thingys" on the wall… either on shelves, or painted right on…

One of those almost-gone places where you can sit and linger without getting dagger-stares from the staff…

In short, it's Tom and my – and anyone else with the proverbial "Ounce of Brains," kind of place.

Once fortified, and ready to go, we headed back south to the Freeport Book Shoppe, a BIG house stuffed (no other word) with any and every kind of book you could ever want.  Now, here was a stop worthwhile.

Tom picked two books.  I couldn't decide between 15 different books all of which were screaming at me to "Buy Me!, Buy Me!", which resulted in my leaving the joint sans anyone of them.  Ahh…. wot kin I say?

Our last stop before heading home, was at the home of The World's Largest Globe: "Eartha", located at the fabulous Delorme Company building.  But don't walk in there without a goodly amount of cash, or a fresh credit card.

A 41 and a half feet in diameter, three-dimensional globe, that is tilted just-right and rotates…. Now, what more could you ask for, except...

 Books and maps of every conceivable city, state or country...

 Globes of every size and shape - including inflatable globes… and a never-ending assortment of travel equipment from GPS receivers to computer programs that allow you to take a trip, track it on your GPS, then download it onto a map so others can follow where you went.

Enough!

Our trusty steads were getting antsy, so we left, mounted up and zoomed away...

It was such a bee-you-tea-full day, that I couldn't resist stopping along the route home and taking some snapshots that, in some small measure, helps one understand why you never leave….

Heigh Ho Honda…. Away!