Been "H"appening 09/06/04
by Dick Scalpone, AGWA-Illinois Chapter H
was sure a great weather and riding day. The rough riders from
chapter H, rendezvoused at our usual watering hole, Mickey D's of
course. By now, our ponies insisted on being fed first with some
mighty fine octane boost of 93 quality. So be it, all were fed
properly and raren to go, tally-ho and away we go.
had a great crowd that assembled for some great back road riding and
some mighty fine eating. They were; dancin Dick Sieple riding his
new mount (GL1800) RED MAJESTIC, jumpin Joe Hughes riding ROSEBUD
(GL1500), gentleman George Riebesehl riding SILVER STREAK, sergeant
Russ Prichard riding RED DEVIL, doctor Cary Levin and son Matt riding
SEXY RED, major Dan Harris riding BEATLE BOMB, sir Malcolm &
Christine Irwin with daughter Kirsty (The Kid), trusty Bruce Hirsch
riding HOT TOTTY (New electric car), ole country Joel Gyurnek riding
B-B-EYES, fast Eddie Bowser riding SHOT GUN and yours truly riding
took the lead with ole country Joel doing his usual fine job of
sweeper. Our place of selection for some fine dining cuisine was
"Spring Cove" in Genoa, ILL.
only the finest of back roads will do. We all could tell,
absolutely little or no road kill to disturb our ponies' hoofs
(some refer it to as Dunlop's traction) from slipping or sliding
on that yucky stuff. After all, our ponies have been cooped up in
their corrals all week long with little or no exercise. Alas,
today will be a motorcyclist's delight. Today, we rough riders
will insure that our ponies get plenty of exercise. Therefore,
our direction to Genoa will be a challenging one of roads that twist,
wind, and traverse back and forth for everyone's riding pleasure.
Alas, our arrival soon became imminent, and our tummies were howling
and growling for some much needed nourishment. We put our ponies
in the shaded corral next to the big ole oak trees. They were
seating arrangement, as usual, was at a very long rectangle
table. As the coffee was poured the socializing and shenanigans
commenced. We rough riders were at our finest hour of great
debates and ho-hums. At this point folks, I would be remise, if I
did not mention, that ole country Joel did not do any shucken 'n jiven
with his now famous "Goldwing Shuffle". Ole country Joel was,
that I might add, 'Mr. Goodie Two Shoes'. His behavior was
impeccable. Why, I even detected a 'Halo' sitting above his
head. Wonders never cease!! He must be turning over a new
leaf, yeah right!! Ole country Joel is just playing possum. As for
major Dan, he was his usual self, a clown at that. He
just had to perform a new rendition of the 'Herky-Jerky'. His
moves were absolutely the finest that he has ever made. He
has dance and rhythm. Karen, his wife must be proud of him.
Lastly, our fine vittles arrived and chowing down was now a high
priority. Yummy, yummy, yummy our tummies were sure hungry.
Our kibitzing down graded as our vittles were disappearing and the
coffee pots emptied out.
forward ho, lets getty-up and go, hi ho, hi ho, and away we go!!
By now we rough riders were ready to do some serious riding. Only
four of us chose to do so, however. The rest opted to return to
their respective casa's for some much needed chores.
rough riders who decided that more country dude riding was
necessary were; gentleman George, ole country Joel, fast Eddie and
yours truly. Our destination took us up into cheese land, our
neighbor to the north. Staying on a very unused road, our place
of destination was 'New Glarus'. The 'Wilhelm Tell Festival' was
taking place for our entertaining and viewing pleasure. This was
a outdoor production performed in English and in the original German
way. It also included 'Alpine Festival' with an art fair and
ethnic folk costume show. How sweet it is!! The town was
packed. There were motorcycles and four wheelers all over the
place. The economy here was ballooning.
obtaining some refreshments, our departure was soon imminent, ahoy
matey, lets rock 'n roll, it is time to go!! We rough riders
mounted our ponies after we fed them some mighty fine oats, hay and a
little octane boost. Our direction took us south and east, back
to the 'Land of Lincoln'. All in all, our travels allowed us to
log 277 very safe miles, for this wonderful day. It just does not
get any better than this. Lets be especially careful out
there. So, until next week, I insist that each and everyone of
you have a great week. Remember, you heard it from me first.
Your unruly rep,