So I went to Illinois Harley-Davidson to see what they were about and I found a store much larger than the Santa Fe store with a much larger inventory Than SF H-D. Nice place, but Phyllis wasn’t there so I couldn’t say hi.
The below pictured bikes are all antiques or rare bikes that they have lining around the store up near the ceiling. Nice stuff! There were more, but I only snapped the ones I liked.
Here.
My tractor is now back where it belongs. The key is now on my secret key rack and the tractor is no longer going to be driven by anyone but me. I just spent $1000 fixing the tractor of damage that can not be explained by just doing my lot. A fitting, that is no longer available, was damaged by the feed pipe being jammed into it. Thank God that Charlie was able to find a used fitting that was in poor condition out of Alabama. They used JB Weld to make the piece work, but it is a fragile fix. From now on, if my tractor is out and about on other people’s property, I will be working the tractor.
Weather is now supposed to be nice for a while. We’ll see. Can’t be trusting the weatherliars now, can we? All traces of our snow is gone. The wind shook my pole light so bad, the bulb unscrewed itself and fell to its death. Going to get Henry to replace it.
Heading east tomorrow morning. Mention was made about me taking the scooter, but that’s not going to happen. Still too cold and I’m still too new.
We got some snow! Finally! Not much, but it puts some moisture back in the ground.
Erin’s back home. She came home yesterday and I forgot to announce “Happy Erinday!” Oh well, I’m a bad Pake. She has a big scratch on her face. Will, who has no driver’s license, was driving her around the ranch and he ran over a branch that snapped up and smacked her in the face. That brings up some questions in my mind:
That’s it for now. Peace.
Saw this in Las Vegas this morning. Nice ride!
Dennis and I left here around 9 a.m. and headed to SF Harley-Davidson. We got there early so we could meet people as they arrived and Dennis needed some chapter merchandise. We found a nice group of people, all of whom range around our age group. I guess the cost of a Harley keeps the kids at the Honda, Suzuki and Yamaha dealership.
Around 10:30 we headed out in 2 groups. Most were in full leathers and helmets, but a couple were riding without the safety gear. While I have and will wear the gear, it’s a pain in the ass to put on when prepping for a ride, especially the chaps. Safety first though.
There were two 3-wheeled Harley’s in the group and they were split between the groups. I found it strange to be riding with this group over the group rides of my past. This group is all about safety and being highly visible on the road. CB radios are all tuned to the same channel and we were told when all turns, lane changes, and stops were coming up. A lot of preparation went into this ride. My past group rides were with the Blue Knights in Chicago. We’d meet at a bar, leave after a few drinks, and ride like Hell. Most carried a gun and enough wore their badge visible that the guns were not an issue. Speed limit signs, stop signs and lights, and lane markers were merely suggestions. All rides would end at another bar and we’d take over the bar. One such bar take over was a Kane County bar that was the home of the local chapter of the Hell’s Angels. No one died, but it was an interesting end to the ride. One of our members used to be a Kane County Sheriff and suggested that place for a laugh.
Our destination was El Bruno’s Restaurante y Cantina in Cuba, NM. The food was good, but I decided to pass on the piñon crusted pan fried trout to try their taco special. Everyone seemed to enjoy the food, I know I did. We met the Four Corner’s HOG chapter there for a joint meeting and I noticed that they too were around our age group. Our ride terminated at the restaurant.
Dennis and I took a different, longer route home. This extended our milage to 323 miles from portal to portal. During this ride, I passed the 1000 mile mark on my bike. In less than 1 month, I rode over 1000 miles. Not too bad. Our route ran us through some very pretty country and past Abiquiu Lake. It’s been many years since I’ve been past that lake. Once past the lake, we were heading toward Santa Fe where we split up. Dennis had a previous engagement in SF while I was ready to head home. It was a great ride and the first of many with the Sangre de Cristo HOG chapter. Sangre de Cristo means Blood of Christ in Spanish.
At the dealership waiting to go.
At the restaurant in Cuba.
Abiquiu Lake
Due to the popularity of the “Survivor” shows, Texas is planning to do one entitled: “Survivor – Texas-Style!” The contestants will all start in Dallas, drive to Waco, Austin, San Antonio, then over to Houston and down to Brownsville.
They will then proceed through Mission, up to Del Rio, El Paso, Odessa, Midland, Lubbock, and Amarillo.
From there they will go on to Abilene and Fort Worth. Finally back to Dallas.
Each contestant will be driving a pink Prius with 14 bumper stickers which will read:
1. “I’m A Democrat”
2. “Amnesty For Illegals”
3. “I Love The Dixie Chicks”
4. “Boycott Beef”
5. “I Voted For Obama”
6. ” George Strait can’t sing”
7. ” Elect Hillary In 2016″
8. ” Vote Eric Holder Texas Governor”
9. “I Love Obama Care and Chuck Schumer”
10. “Al Franken Is My Hero”
11. “I Side With Jane Fonda”
12. “It’s Bush’s Fault”
13. “Islam Is A Peace-Loving Religion” And the last sticker is…
14. “I’m Here To Confiscate Your Guns”
The first contestant to make it back to Dallas alive wins.