The Road Dogs found a nice local restaurant where we had lunch. The food was good but pricey. We visited the local Harley shop. Rooster and I no longer have a Harley, but we went a long with Punky and Jerry. The shop had a number of very nice motorcycles on display. Punky bought a poker chip to commemorate the trip. We somehow found ourselves at the waterfront in Sandusky, trying to figure out where to go next. We had a big decision to make. Do we ride south and search for a room? Do we stay in Sandusky for the night? The evening of day three on the road with the dogs suddenly became filled with indecision.
We took a seat on the benches and watched Cedar Point hovered off in the distance.
Rooster and Jerry talked to a guy who pulled up in a truck. He seemed interested in the motorcycles. After a great deal of speculation, we decided to head back toward Port Clinton and find a room for the night. This seemed like the most logical and cheapest option available.
We rode back to Marblehead Lighthouse to see if the Museum might be open. We didn’t have any luck, but some people we met there recommended the Lake Point Motel. They said it was clean and the people who ran the place were nice.
When we got to the motel, the managers weren’t there. Rooster dialed the number he found on the paper attached to the door. A guy said they would get back to us within the hour. We decided to try the place where we’d slept the night before. Unfortunately, they didn’t have a room, so we found a restaurant before we tried another place the lady at the motel recommended. We finished dinner and were about to rent a room when we got a call back.
The place we stayed on the evening of day three on the road with the dogs
The lady on the phone explained that her family had gone to Bike Night in Cleveland. We could have two rooms on the bottom floor if we were still interested. The keys were in the door. We decided to ride back to the Lake Point Motel and check things out. The sky started to turn dark. The lights from Cedar Point blinked in the distance.
The rooms in this small motel were clean and colorfully decorated. We spent a restful night with Lake Erie right across the street. Mike and Amy returned while covering the bikes for the night. We knew we had choose the right place to stay when most of the conversation centered around motorcycles. They throw a big event in May when Sandusky has their Bike Week. We may make a return visit then.
We crawled out of bed early the next morning ready to get back on the road. It would be our last full day before heading home. None of us wanted to see the trip end. We also highly recommend the Lake Point Motel to bikers looking for a comfortable room for the night. You will love Mike and Amy.
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