|I'm not afraid of a little rain|
I've been reading the Sojourn Chronicles blog pretty much since Brent Miller started it back in '05. Brent's operating the Ohio based blog now as part of his larger web site so the name is sort of gone but the quality remains.
Brent and I have traded e-mails over the years. We seemed to have quite a bit in common -- motorcycles, blogging, photography, interest in airplanes -- and always meant to get together to swap motorcycle stories and general blog related stuff the next time he was in Arizona visiting his family. Finally, this year, we managed to meet up at the Hangar Cafe at Chandler Airport. He had been telling me about the eatery for a long time but I'd never given it a try.
|Nondescript but with good food and a good view if you like airplanes.|
|I wasn't fooled by the helmet, I know the difference between an SUV and a Suzuki V-Strom|
I was going to make up a lot of stuff about our meeting, I thought it would be great fun. Maybe something like “He slid from the seat of his bike like outlaw Cole Younger sliding from the saddle of a stolen horse. With a sardonic smile playing across a face that had seen many a mile on a bike, and with a John Wayne swagger he strode up to me. Brent Miller, the man, the legend, held out a right hand the size of a baseball glove and said in a voice aged with whiskey and too many ceegars, “You must be Doug.” “Yes sir, Mr. Miller, I am he” I answered. His handshake was like a velvet vise. I tried not to wince and I reminded myself that I wouldn’t want to anger him anytime soon, he was clearly a man that would not suffer a fool gladly....”
|Brent's lunch won the eye appeal contest. Mine tasted better than it looked.|
The food was good, not great, but good enough to try again. I'm told that breakfast is their best menu. Best of all the Hangar Cafe really is part of an active hangar and sits right off the ramp where you can watch some pretty interesting planes come and go while you chow down. Seems like it would be a great gathering point for beginning or ending a ride.
|Two Great Lakes biplanes. I flew in one back in the '70s. Very cool.|
Hopefully the next time Brent heads this way from Ohio he'll be on his Suzuki or maybe the Moto-Guzzi V7 Classic after which he's been rightly moto-lusting and we can get in some proper motorcycle riding. It was good to meet the guy and discover, as I thought I would, that he's as fine a fellow in person as he appears to be on-line even if he's not a mythic hombre of the toughest sort.
|Brent got the best photo of the cloudy day, re-used here from his blog, by permission.|
I'd be the good looking one on the right.