Been "H"appening 09/07/03
by Dick Scalpone, AGWA-Illinois Chapter H
What a great
weather day it was today. Skies were blue with 100%
sunshine. What more could motorcyclists ask for? It just
does not get any better than this. I pray for weather like this,
seven days a week. If the good Lord would continue to submit
great weather like this, I would go to church more often. Most
likely I would turn to theology.
As I arrived
at Mickey D's this morning, it was about 70 degrees, and it was going
to get better as we all were soon to find out. The rough riders
who rendezvoused this morning were, whispering Joe Mendoza, trusty
Bruce Hirsch, shifty Steve Roberson, gentleman George Riebesehl, jumpin
Joe Hughes, sergeant Russ Prichard, lucky Larry Greco, Kurt Bonus,
dancin Dick Sieple, captain Kirk Huot, our guests Ken Kaya, Lorri
Berthelot, wild Bill Lobianco, roven Robert Sample and yours truly.
Our choice of
fine dining cuisine would be the "Machine Shed" in Rockford, ILL.
They serve some real fine vittles there, bon appetit!!
I took the
lead, trusty Bruce road shot gun and sargent Russ was the
sweeper. Incidentally, Russ is finally back riding his motorcycle
after a 12 week lay off due to his recent by-pass surgery.
Welcome Back sergeant Russ!!
The road that
I chose was as squirrelly as ever. No such thing as a straight
line. No siree, we at chapter H like those seldom used roads,
with no road kill attached to the ground for added attraction.
The road that we used were way out in the boonies, not even the birds
knew we were there. They had many twists and turns, that banked
every which way with plenty of dipsy-do's so that our attention was
maximized. Of course, our ponies were delighted with all of this
great exercise that they were getting after being cooped up in their
stables all week. But first, we had to feed them some mighty good
oats, hay and some fine 93 octane boost for a chaser. Then they
were all good to go! Time's-a-waste'n, hee haw, lets go, hi ho,
hi ho, and away we go.
was very timely, the place had more than half emptied out and we were
promptly seated at two executive round tables, fit for the weary
traveler--that's us. After being seated, the coffee was poured
and the shenanigans began. The friendly chit chatting never
stopped as some fine vittles were served. Then the unimanagble
happened, yep, gentleman George and jumpin Joe who are the head
matriarchs were becoming mighty feisty. They would not settle
down, the poor waitresses were at wits end. Some how or other,
trusty Bruch, Captain Kirk and myself were able to maintain control of
these two matriarchs and forced them to settle down. I tell ya,
can't take these two any where with out extreme supervision. But
nonetheless, a great time was had by all, by then the waitresses needed
Alas, all good
things must come to an end, our departure was soon imminent, so it is
off we go. Our ponies were parked in the local corral under the
shaded tree for much comfort with no chance for sun stroke which kept
them real cool.
was one gorgeous day, more back road riding was necessary. Only
trusty Bruce, shifty Steve, Kurt Bonus, Ken & Lorri, wild Bill,
roven Robert and yours truly were able to continue. The rest
opted to go home for some much needed chores.
I was chosen
to lead the troops once again. This time we traveled way west and
even further north in the greater Illinois area. Our travels took
us through the small towns of Davis, Rock City, Dakota, passing the
northern side of Freeport through a small town of Lena and eventually
picked up the old "Stage coach Trail" which lead us into a small town
of Warren, next to the Wisconsin border. This stage coach trail
has a very scenic view with many curves and hills for some fine
riding. Our ponies were truly delighted, and our riding skills
were tested. At this point, we were about 3 and a half hours from
home and it was mid afternoon. Our decision was to promenade back
in a orderly fashion. But first a pit stop became necessary and
our ponies needed some fine 93 octane boost for our long ride
I had the
pleasure of riding with some mighty great company, we all had a great
time. How sweet it is!! Yeah Baby!! It is homeward
bound we go, tally-ho, and away we go, ahoy matey, lets mount those
ponies and burn some calories. Our direction took us south on ILL
route 78 to U.S. route 20 and east bound we headed. After
circumventing Rockford, ILL we veered off at Cherry Valley road and it
is then that the back roads kick in once more. We passed through
the small towns of Kirkland, Genoa and Hampshire, seeking only the
small roads with no road kill. On the west end of Elgin, we
picked up U.S. 20 once again and headed to our respective homes.
Wow--what a great time. Motorcycle riding was absolutely at its
finest hour. All told, we managed to log 260 safe miles.
Lets all hope
next week is equal to this week end, with 100% sunshine. Until
next week, lets be especially careful out there.