You can read a lot of history about the M2M on the internet, if you don’t mind reading blogs and personal websites. In the end, there are only a few things you need to know. Route sheets appear at the Fuel Cafe in Milwaukee around 730 or so in the morning. Nothing is announced about the route in advance, but there are some roads that are always on it. The Merrimac Ferry, Wildcat Mountain, and the Munduro Gap are icons of the south west Wisconsin motorcycling world. It is not a race, but people do pay attention to who makes it to Diamonds first. The route will be secondary and tertiary roads, interstates are allowed only to leave Milwaukee and enter Minneapolis, since there really isn’t any other good way to do so.
The last time I road the M2M was in 2009, when I didn’t bring a map and figured I would just wing it. I got extremely lost, and had a great time. 2010 I was prepping for the trip and couldn’t take the time. I had hoped to get to Fuel around 730, dump the route into my GPS, and then just following the blue line to Diamonds. That plan didn’t really work out, and instead I got there around 820.
Not all the bike gathered were going to do the ride, but there were a surprising number of Minnesota license plates, and it was a safe bet they were all headed back.
I tried to build the route on the GPS, but was having too much fun talking and looking at bikes, so it didn’t get done. I did build some of it on the fly during the day, but on the whole we (Deb rode with me) managed with the route sheet, my GPS for location, and Deb’s map.
Since the M2M isn’t a race, and there was no way we were going to beat anyone anyway, I stopped whenever I wanted. Since getting lost is just part of the M2M, even though we were moving so slowly, we would run into other groups of riders as the day went on.
We made it to the ferry without incident. There were a lot of bikes, but only about half were on the M2M.
One thing we all noticed, back at the Fuel, was a road called Hoot Owl Valley Road, which had a “Careful!” after it. The general talk was to be careful and avoid horse droppings, since this was Amish country, but it actually was for the sharp turn covered in sand that led into a little valley.
The road was simply awful, but pretty. Not long after I took that picture a group of riders passed us, one of them wearing a blue tutu. We caught up with them a couple miles down the road, tutu had a flat.
Blue helped get him back on the road, and the rider and bike made it to Diamonds. He said he didn’t live far from there, and so it was just like riding home.
After helping, we got riding again, through Wildcat and on to Munduro.
From there we headed more or less straight for Diamonds, hoping to get there before they closed…which we didn’t. There were still a fair number of bikes there, and Deb and I took the chance for photo ops.
The staff that was still at Diamonds was helpful enough to send up to a local eatery called Crescent Moon Bakery, who makes an awesome pizza. We got the football shaped one.
After stuffing ourselves (we couldn’t actually finish it), we headed for the hotel I had pre-booked for the night. Starting tomorrow I was heading west, and Deb was headed home.