MARCH 2015 • BACKROADS
Indian Summer words + images: brian rathjen
Honeysuckle vines outside the door Dandelion wine and so much more We can discover, into each other Indian summer America
We had pushed our fuel supply to the ‘nether’ regions – with the little countdown readout long since ending. It wasn’t like we were in the deserts of Killamericastan – no, we were safely romping along the Berkshires of New England when we ﬁnally vectored into a Stewart’s fuel station to ﬁll tanks and empty bladders. Another rider pulled up with a pearl white Harley. “Feels like we’re all playing post season baseball,” he said to us. We couldn’t agree more. When baseball is happening, at least here in the northeast, motorcycling is happening too. This ‘Indian Summer’ Tuesday would see Game 6 of the World Series (Royals crushing the Giants 10 to zip that day) and an odd motion in the jet stream had brought us a few days of unseasonal but welcome warm weather. We’d take advantage of it and head out on an overnight into the nearby Berkshires and the town of Lenox, not far from the famed Tanglewood.