Bob wanted me to post this weeks ride also. I am sure he will be back to attend but wanted it posted so all could make their plans.
The Atlanta Cafe has been reopened by Nicki and Harold Seymore. Not sure if that last name is spelled right but it is what Bob sent me. Anyway a lady named Speagle had tried to keep it open for a few years and just couldn't do enough business to stay in business. I never made it down but heard the food was excellent. This it the kind of place that we can give a little shot in the arm to. We give them a nice day just by being there. The thing that is a little strange is we increase the local business for a few days and some of that lingers on. Seems like the townsfolk get curious as to what all those bikes were doing in front of a restaurant that we go to and stop in to see what was going on. Of course they have a meal, pie or just a tea or coffee, but it's business. And if you all are anything like me, if you enjoyed a meal and in the area you stop in again, and again.
Anyway here is the place to meet for lunch 1100 September 16, 2009
The Atlanta Cafe
on the Corner of Main and Ommie St
Atlanta Kansas
620-394-2100
Ride safe
Don
Lunch ride 9-16- 2009
Lunch ride 9-16- 2009
Motorcycles are like Potato chips One is never enough
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Richard
Re: Lunch ride 9-16- 2009
Guys - You be careful now, hear! Some of you may recall that the last time we visited here (9-14-05) the county had just oiled the road and layed down a dry layer of pea gravel on the Leon corner. Schierlman on his scoot and Paul on his, made it through OK but I took a different line and went down hard on the corner so much so I still have the scarred right bag on my Aprilia Scarabeo to remind me to be very cautious of using a front brake on a corner. I don't recall a lot about the meal since my broken toes were throbbing at the time.
I do show that the name of the old cafe operated under the name of 'Branding Iron'. Boy, do these little places change hands!
I do show that the name of the old cafe operated under the name of 'Branding Iron'. Boy, do these little places change hands!