Been "H"appening 04/18/04
by Dick Scalpone, AGWA-Illinois Chapter H
beautiful day it was today. The sun was shinning, the wind was
blowing with heavy gusts of 30 to 40 miles per hour and the early
morning temps were in the low 60's. And the temps were surely
rise into the mid 80's. Man, it just does not get any better than
this. What more could an outdoorsman or a motorcyclist ask
for? How sweet it is!!
jubilant members of chapter H, rendezvoused at Mickey D's this morning
at our usual time. Wow--what a crowd we had today. Our
membership consisted of doctor Cary Levin and son Matt riding
FLIM-FLAM, professor Damien Shelton with daughter Becky riding GREEN
BACKS, iron Mike Matich riding TOM CAT, general Tony Guptaitis riding
CAST-A-WAY, wild Bill LoBianco riding MIGHTY MO, lucky Larry Greco
riding MONEY BAGS, rovin' Robert Sample riding OLD TIMER, jumpin Joe
Hughes riding THE GREAT ONE (he has an ST1100), sergeant Russ
Prichard riding RED DEVIL, gentleman George Riebesehl riding SILVER
STREAK, crusty Gregg French riding SLOW POKE, trusty Bruce Hirsch
riding BULLDOG, fast Eddie Bowser riding SHOT GUN and of course, yours
selected for our fine dining cuisine for our Sunday morning vittles was
"R-Place" in Morris, ILL. We paid homage to this place which is a
big truck stop restaurant in the far southwest suburbs.
I took the
lead and sergeant Russ did his usual fine job of the sweep.
Naturally, I only took the routes that were seldom used, back roads
galore. It was easily distinguishable due to little or no road
kill that our ponies did not like because of their traction and good
footing. But first we must feed our ponies some real fine 93
Octane with oats and hay for a great chaser.
In route, the
winds were gusting big time, it actually took your breath away.
We all eventually arrived about 1030hrs and were promptly seated at the
rectangular table for much needed socializing and great chit
chatting. As our seating was taking place, the waitress was
pouring that much needed java. Let the kabitzing commence, and
did it ever. The shenanigans amongst this group was as feisty as
were growling by this time, but nonetheless, vittles were finally
served--bon appetit. Needless to say, general Tony just had to
get up and entertain us with his fine singing. He actually sounds
good. The entire restaurant was focused on him, he knows how to
carry a tune. After he finally settled down it was time to depart
and mount our ponies for some much needed exercise. After all,
our mounts were cooped up in their corrals all week with no
exercise. So its off we go, hi ho, hi ho, ahoy matey lets
getty-up and go and promenade into the wild blue yonder. Our
ponies were itching to kick up their hoofs. No more huppen 'n
hollarin, shucken 'n jiven or city dude living for us.
departed, our destination was "J.C. WHITNEY" a motorcycle warehouse
chocked full of goodies which is located near the LaSalle, Peru, ILL
area. We went west on I-80 to Illinois route 23 and south to U.S.
6 and west to J.C. WHITNEY. Let me tell you folks, the wind was
very gusty, these 900 pound ponies were being blown all over the road
on a east-west direction. On a north-south direction, there was
After we left
JC WHITNEY, we headed out for "Starved Rock" which is just off the
Illinois river in a big state park. The roads were winding and
curving every which way, with the winds it did in fact test one's
skills. But alas, we finally arrived, and our jubilant membership
finally converged at the Lodge for refreshments and a potty
break. The wind gusts really took its toll on us, we all had a
hard time catching our breath. After 30 minutes or so, our
departure was soon imminent, and its homeward bound we go. As
long as we were traveling in a north-south direction, wind was not a
problem because it was coming directly out of the south. Once we
turned to an easterly direction, wow--hold on for dear life, these
ponies were being pushed all over the place. Nonetheless, our
safe driving habits conquered all, and our infinite wisdom
passing through the town of DeKalb, ILL and does any one care to guess
what our next stop would be? Yup--you are right!! ICE CREAM--what
else!! As we were proceeding north on route 23, low and behold,
trusty Bruce started to sing at a stop light, because he felt VIGOROUS
and ENCHANTING and loaded with song. How embarrassing, all of the
motorists were looking at him. I tell ya, you can't take him
anywhere. Everyone denied he was with us. It is a good thing
the head matriarch--jumping Joe was next to trusty Bruce, because he
was the only one who could control the "wild one".
all this was said and done, and it was well past mid day, our direction
took us homeward bound.
Let me tell
you folks, this is the finest bunch of riders that this chapter rep has
the pleasure of riding with. These characters make it a very
interesting day. One never knows what might happen or who will do
what?? The camaraderie amongst this group is second to
none. Once we all get together, anything might happen and
everything goes--no holds barred.
As usual, this
was another great riding Sunday afternoon. A Day well spent with
the best chapter in the AGWA organization. And it is a pure
pleasure to be with these guys.
took us 190 miles of very safe driving.
So until next
time, lets all be especially careful out there. For those four
wheelers are forever lurking around us--be aware!!