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The square root of pie, cubed

March 18, 2012
Scooter parking

Nearly all of our parade group went on the Pi Run (Orin O'Neill photos)

It was miraculous. The sun was out! And most of our parade group was at Man Pies.

A short distance north of the end of the parade, Man Pies serves up Australian-style meat pies. It would be the savory component of our four stops.

I went for the braised lamb. Man Pies was supplying a corned-beef-and-cabbage pie to Boundary Bay (which had an exclusive on it), but corned beef and cabbage is an Irish-American thing… a proper Irish stew is made of lamb. There aren’t so many cattle in Ireland, but sheep outnumber people by a several-to-one ratio. And as signs outside of major cities will remind you, they have the right-of-way on any road.

Sated and slaked, we hit the road. Brookie created a 31.4-mile tour of Bellingham that included the city’s best scooter pavement and most interesting scenery. Best of all, it consisted of 25-30 minutes of riding between pie stops—not too far, not too short, all a nice pace.

Marionberry and caramel apple pie

The first stop was at a place I’ve ridden past a zillion times and never tried, the Supreme Bean Coffee Cafe. It’s the new home of Barb’s Pies, formerly of Ferndale. I went for Marionberry, Boots had the caramel apple.

When we finished, the sun was shining even brighter. The GTS’ ambient readout said 60°F. Which may have been optimistic, but I took it.

Key lime pie

Our next stop was The Grace Cafe, near the Sunset Village shopping center. Another place I’d ridden by a bunch of times and never tried, until this day. The words “key lime pie” caused a feeding frenzy that saw our group pretty much eat up their day’s supply. Quite tasty.

Brookie handed out rally awards while we were eating. I got one for Book Smarts by knowing the most digits of π to the right of the decimal point. Which turned out to be 6-digit accuracy. The last digit is 9, in case you were wondering.

Scooter gang

We’d gotten more than the usual share of comments about being a ‘scooter gang’ throughout the day. I don’t mind, it’s all in good fun. Time to do the last leg, which would take us out into the county. Maybe we’d see some moocows.

I must say, the scenery was interesting, and we were taking roads that were new to me, at least until we got to a road that I know leads back toward town. I was riding toward the back of the pack, and wondered why people were pulling over.

Flat tire

Oh. Brookie’s scooter had a flat rear tire. Luckily, we had Jason and Doc in our group, so no scooter problem short of a head-on collision with a big truck would be unsolvable.

The cause of that flat tire turned out not to be a puncture, but a failed valve stem. Well, Jason described the tire’s tread profile as “square,” so it’s probably time for a new one, anyway.

Luckily, a place to park the scooter for later retrieval was close by, so Brookie hopped on Dan the Sailor Man’s Stella, and rode pillion the rest of the way. Which was around Lake Whatcom and up, then down, Alabama Street.

Pizza and pint

We had to improvise on parking when we got to Rudy’s Pizzaria in downtown Bellingham. All the spaces in front were taken. But that’s okay. Five bucks for a slice and pint hit the spot. Favicon

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3 Comments
  1. March 19, 2012 10:42 am

    I so need to find a scooter club near me.

  2. March 19, 2012 11:49 am

    Orin:

    the two hour line ups at the border persuaded me to not attend, again. It’s not like I am purposely trying to ignore the SOB’s

    those pies look delicious, I’ll take your word for it. Lucky Brookie was in good hands

    bob
    Riding the Wet Coast

  3. March 19, 2012 12:05 pm

    Rob, if you can’t find one, there’s no reason you can’t start one! 😉

    Seriously, if you’ve seen scooters running around, make up some flyers and stick ’em on parked scooters. Be sure to include contact information, and once you get a few responses, start small—meet up somewhere for coffee/eats/libations, get to know each other, then put a group ride together. That’s pretty much how every scooter club I’m familiar with has gotten started…

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