Wine Ride 2005

    Gather around the fire, grab a mug of Hot Chocolate, you Monkeys and I’ll tell ya a story about the frozen Monkey Wine Tour.
     A bunch of Monkeys came together with a ride in mind, being December those Monkeys knew to dress well, did they wear their tux’s, did they wear their three piece suits, hell no, they wore their Monkey best, Leathers.

     Well on, Donner and Blix.. Oops wrong story. So the bikes started up and away we went not a worry in site, not with Eric leading us, his red nose shining from the cold. We went through the hills and over the dales (it weren’t grandmas house we were going to) and got to the 1st Winery; OOPS, CLOSED.

      What’s a Monkey to do, but head to the next watering hole. Bosco’s in Sunol was the stop; we ordered anything that had warmth to it. I think someone even reached into the Salvation Army pot thinking something in the pot could warm them up. From Bosco’s we headed to the 2nd Winery on the tour, we arrived in style and we had our Monkey (stuffed) mascot with us. He won over the hearts of the staff at the winery. We tasted wines, and chocolates, and looked at all the arts and crafts for sale. I can say I had a great time.

     We headed to the next winery and again tasted that sweet fermented grape. We looked at all the tables filled with items for sale and one of the Monkey’s got a hand job. Get your minds out of the mistletoe, it was a spa treatment. We then headed to the Sake winery and stopped and had lunch across the street at a nice Mexican restaurant before taking in the Sake tour. We visited the museum, and watched a short film on sake making, which also talked about beer and wine making, thus tying in the other stops. While tasting the Sake, we ended up being asked several questions about Sake; in Monkey style we answered the questions with an A+.

      While Sake and sugar Plum wines danced in our heads, we felt that maybe we even learnt a thing or two. So off to Quinn’s Lighthouse to the final destination, and then home where our stockings were hung on the handle bars with care, in hope that Saint Harley would come and fill them; of course holding his nose with the other hand. -Gerry B.