What's Been "H"appening 09/06/04
 
by Dick Scalpone, AGWA-Illinois Chapter H

Hi all,
Sunday 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. 
We 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 HUMPTY-DUMPTY.
I 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.
Naturally, 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 pleased. 
 Our 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.
Time's-a-waste'n, 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.
The 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. 
After 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,
dick