Yesterday I had many options to go on a group ride but picked the one closest to me. It was supposed to be a benefit ride for a charity and I was glad to go. In the morning I fired up the big Kawasaki, pulled on my leather jacket and took off on what was supposed to be a day on the road.
It was a fairly lovely day with a brisk temperature and leaves are beginning to change color around here so I peeped a little on the way to the start. I arrived at the park where the ride was scheduled to start and had my first ominous feeling. Instead of coming across other motorcycles I was the only bike on the road. Secondly the gate of the park entrance was lacking any signage indicating an event was in progress. Entering the parking lot confirmed my premonition that something was amiss. It was empty. No motorcycles, no cars and no people. Fortunately there was a person there who told me that he knew nothing of an event that day and with heavy heart I returned home. 
Once back to the house I messaged a spokesperson to find out what happened. The message came back that the event was cancelled due to illness. That was a new one to me. Instead of tooling about the countryside on the bike I spent a lovely day with Linda running errands. There is another event next week run by a larger organization and I will be there. It will probably be the last event of the season and the Kawasaki and I are ready for it.