| Author | Message | ||
     Tootal |
Woo Hoo! Good thing you can make WV, I need to follow somebody that knows where their going!! | ||
| Ourdee |
Tootal, If you are near "Hillbilly Hot Dogs" it is worth a stop. Ask Crusty. | ||
| Damnut |
Crusty's new bike...... https://www.motorcyclistonline.com/indian-springfi eld-darkhorse-sidecar-mobile-traeger-bbq/?utm_sour ce=internal&utm_medium=email | ||
| Damnut |
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| Crusty |
And it's built on a sidecar that's made in Russia! I wonder if they use vodka in the BBQ sauce?  (Message edited by Crusty on August 08, 2019) | ||
| Zac4mac |
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| Ourdee |
Vodka is only good for cleaning parts. | ||
| Tootal |
And bloody mary's! | ||
| Ourdee |
I like my V-8 straight. Biased because it always gave me a headache. | ||
| Zac4mac |
Years ago, many a Sunday morning was at the biker bar that served biscuits and gravy with a bloody mary for $5. Ahhh, the good old days... | ||
| Tootal |
On a trip with some friends in Wisconsin we found a micro brewery that opened at eight in the morning. They served two eggs, bacon and toast with a bloody mary and a beer for eight bucks! | ||
| Mnscrounger |
"I like my V-8 straight".. Wouldn't that be a, "straight 8"?  | ||
| Ourdee |
 yes | ||
| Crusty |
A Visit to the Harley Shop Yesterday, I was out and about on the Roadster; mainly running errands. I had gotten an e-mail from Micro Center that was a coupon for a free 32 gig memory stick, so I did a little quick math and decided that it would be cheaper to use the gas to get there than to buy a memory stick. Of course, I don’t really need the memory stick, but now I have one in case I do need one. Anyhow; it was a good excuse to get out and ride. I needed to get out of the house and I needed to find a reason to do so. The weather was flawless; sunny with temps in the high 70s/low 80s. The kind of day it should be criminal to not be out in. So I plotted a nice route that was mostly secondary roads and set out. I got to Micro Center which is really close to a computer geek’s idea of Heaven, got my memory stick and headed south, making my way to US Rt. 42. I was close enough to Cincinnati that it was nearly all suburban riding, but the traffic wasn’t heavy and I was pretty much able to just ride along. Rt. 42 runs close to H-D of Cincinnati and I had decided to stop and pick up a quart of Formula + for my Primary so I can change the oil before I head to West Virginia. There were a few bikes parked in the motorcycle only spaces when I pulled up. Usually, there are only a couple, or my Roadster is the only one, and I thought, “wow; they must be busy today.” When I went inside, I was visually assaulted by the number of bikes that were on the floor. It looked like they had one of each model in every color. They didn’t have every color, but the place was packed with motorcycles. They had trikes, dressers, Softails and Sportsters in quantity. They even have a new Roadster. Josh (a salesman) came up to me and we talked about bikes for a while. He’s amazed that my Roadster looks so good with the mileage I’ve put on it, and he’s also amazed at the miles I ride. He thought that I might be the highest mileage rider he’s ever met. So I told him about Parrothead on the XL Forum who rides in Iron Butt events and has well over 200 K on his. We talked about the new Roadsters and how nice they are. He was pushing me to take theirs out for a Demo ride, but I refused. If I took it out, I’d really want to get one and I won’t be able to do that until next year, at the soonest. I told him about the changes I’d make and the paint job I want and he really seemed to like my ideas. Either that, or he was really good at sucking up to a potential customer. Either way, I enjoyed out conversation. I went over and grabbed the oil and went over to the parts counter to pay for it and I had another good conversation with the kit there. I can never remember his name, though I like him. I found out that the place was just purchased by Buckeye Harley and the new owner was going over the entire shop. Not only were there a bunch more motorcycles for sale, he also bought a shitload of parts for the parts dept. The kid at the parts counter was happy about having a well-stocked inventory, but it meant that he was to work his butt off when the parts came in. The bad news was that the new owner stopped my 10% discount; not just mine, but all the frequent customers. He was hoping that in the future, that would change, but he couldn’t make any promises. I like that shop. I can’t put my finger on why, exactly, but it’s the shop I’d prefer to get my parts from. The shop up in Fairfield charges more than list price for their parts (I check parts prices online), so I try to avoid them and the shop up in Mason is 45 minutes away. Still, aside from those reasons, I have a preference for H-D of Cincy and would rather go there to get my parts. I wonder if the new owner is going to change the name. I hope not; I’m kind of an old school biker and I prefer when a dealership is known by its city. I especially dislike the macho themes that some businesses change the names to like Blood & Guts H-D, or equally bullshit names. Anyhow, after I left H-D of Cincinnati, I rode home, dropped off my oil and then rode over to White Castle and picked up a Crave Case of 30 sliders (15 original & 15 cheese), a sack of onion chips and a sack of fries and brought them over to David’s shop. David supplies lunch for the employees on Fridays and he asked me if I could pick it up. In return, I got to eat sliders and onion chips and fries and David showed me how to download all my photos and Snippets from my Macbook onto a couple of memory sticks. After that, I rode home. It wasn’t much of a journey, but it was a pleasant way to spend the day. This evening is the Sacramento Mile, so I’ll be home, sitting in my recliner and hoping that somebody (almost anybody!) has something for the Factory Indians. | ||
| Crusty |
The Revival This past weekend was the West Virginia Buell Revival. It’s an event that I enjoy going to and I was really looking forward to being there. The weekend started when Greg rolled into town on Wednesday. Among other things, Greg has been a Judge at BBQ Cook – Offs. We rode up to Velvet Smoke in Harrison and had their Burnt Ends for dinner. They were really good. I think I’ve found another Winner for BBQ. Greg stayed at Chez Crusty and the two of us headed out for Cokeley Campground in the morning on all secondary roads. The weather was supposed to be mid to upper 80s through Saturday with Sunday in the 90s and no rain. As usually happens when I believe such a weather forecast, I got wet when we encountered a rainstorm a few miles before the campground. We arrived mid-afternoon and met the people who were already there, set up our tents and watched as others rolled in. It’s a Buell Revival, and there were a few Buells there ( a few XBs, an S3-T, Froggy’s 1125 and Jim’s EBR 1190 SX), but there were also a couple of Roadsters, a few Harley Dressers, BMWs, Hondas, a Benelli, a Kawasaki a Yamaha and Mark’s Gold Wing/sidecar Rig. Then Janette and her daughter, Jane pulled up in a Lotus. Nice car. Very nice. I just tried to describe our activities, and it really sounded pretty lame, so I deleted it. However; it was a lot of fun. We had great conversations, ate way too much food, sat around a pretty big campfire, rode over West Virginia backroads and camped so far out in the hills that most of our phones didn’t get reception. I checked mine on Friday evening and after I turned it on, it took a few minutes and I got two bars reception if I faced the right direction. Froggy, of course, had two or three phones and was able to get one or two to get a signal. He’s a tech geek and is really into that kind of stuff, while my computer literacy level is almost up to the Hooked On Phonics level. In spite of my woefully inadequate description, the Revival was remarkably enjoyable. The fog in the early morning was as dense as the heaviest fog I’ve ever encountered. The water dripping from the trees over my tent sounded like rainfall and it took several hours for everything to dry out. On Saturday, I timed how long it took and my tent fly wasn’t dry until after 11:00 AM. I didn’t want to have to pack a wet tent and I didn’t want to have to wait until noon on the hottest day of the weekend, so I decided to pack up during the afternoon and head out on Saturday evening after the dinner at Jack and Judy’s. Jack and Judy are Mark’s parents and they enjoy putting on a feed for us every year. I’ve eaten the flat out best Pulled Pork I’ve ever tasted at their dinner. They are truly wonderful people; the very personification of Country Hospitality and the Saturday night Dinner is the High Point of an exceptional rally. So after the meal (and I ate too much, once again!), I climbed on the Roadster and headed west. I arrived home a little before Midnight, both exhausted and happy. It was a Wonderful Time. | ||
| Court |
>>>They are truly wonderful people; That's an accurate statement. They, alone, are worth the trip. | ||
| Ourdee |
I completely agree with: They, alone, are worth the trip. I got to drive a rig with a side car. Makes you work a little. Crusty, you made the right call on the weather being hot the next day. I struggled a little with the heat on the ride back to Indianapolis. Made a few stops to wet my shirt and mesh jacket for a little relief from it. I do not think the Scg was made with touring in mind. What a wonderful weekend I enjoyed. It was made by the people there. | ||
| 86129squids |
" I do not think the Scg was made with touring in mind." I'm with ya RD. When Vern, Joe, and I rode to HC2010, my CityX beat the heck out of me, even with all the suspension cranked soft. Everyone else was on a Uly. After a trip to Suches when it felt like butter knives were shoved under my kneecaps, I figured it was time to sadly let her go. | ||
| Buellish |
Brad,I remember seeing you on that bike.I was at Bill Freemans house,next door to C3 Central standing out in the driveway and this strange character on a CityX pulled up lost.  | ||
| 86129squids |
Yeppers! I never got to go see his collection, heard he had quite a stable, including an RZ350.  | ||
| Buellish |
He's down to only a few bikes but has a first year Superglide that he's restoring now,a Tiger,a Caterham and a 911 cab. | ||
| 86129squids |
That'll do. What year Porsche? | ||
| Buellish |
The last year of the air cooled 911,a 1998 in Guards Red. | ||
| Crusty |
Good Morning! Some mornings, I wake up slow and want only to sit in front of my computer and play puzzle games. Some days, I’d rather write. This morning is one of those days. My problem is trying to figure out what to write about. Since the biggest part of my life is centered around motorcycles, I tend to write about things related to that, but sometimes, there are other things that grab my attention; like lead water pipe replacement or having a tree removed. There are things I try to keep out of my Snippets. I do my best to keep my political opinions out. Like most people in this country, I seem to be pretty emotionally invested in the political circus, but I try to be neutral when I write. I also try to keep sex out of my writing. I think I’m mostly successful in this. I think most of my writing is either G rated or PG at worst. I strive to remain positive in the way I look at things. I would rather focus on the silver lining than the dark cloud. Robert A. Heinlein once stated that would rather be an Optimist than a Pessimist. A Pessimist was more often right, but an Optimist got more enjoyment out of life. That appeals to me. I try not to be a Pollyanna, but I also try to see the good in things. Sometimes though, I just can’t. Yesterday, I went to the quarter car wash to clean the Roadster. It had been a while since the last wash and I’d ridden through some rain showers and put in a road trip and she really needed a cleaning. The place was empty when I pulled in, so I picked the bay that had the least amount of mud, then went over to the vending machine to get a Super Absorbent Jumbo Drying Towel. They recently installed a new machine. The kind that has a dozen different items in a spiral holder that turns and pushes your item out when you put in your money and press the right buttons. The paper towel was in B4. I wasn’t paying attention close enough and pushed A4 which was right over B4 by mistake. The item (Tar & Bug Remover) rolled forward then the bottom corner set down on the paper towel below it and hung up. So I called myself a rude name for not watching what I was doing and put four more quarters in the machine, then pressed the right number. The spiral turned and the paper towel slid forward then got hung up because the Tar & Bug remover was sitting on it. Now, I’d spent two bucks and had nothing to show for it. Then I saw a new dispenser off to the side that had Terrycloth drying towels for a buck and a half. Since I prefer them over the paper towels, I put six quarters into the slot and pulled the knob. Nothing. The knob pulled out as far as it should, but no towel appeared. Now, the car wash had gotten me for three and a half bucks. I was pissed off. I decided that I wasn’t going to give that car wash any more money and I rode off on my still dirty Roadster. I was pissed off until I went by David’s shop and bitched about it to both David and Jonathan (an employee) and they both laughed but it was laughter of identification. That lifted my mood and I pretty much got over it. That was the worst thing that happened to me yesterday. Boy, do I have a good life! (That's the silver lining!) Now that I look back, there were a few positive things that happened yesterday. I met my new Primary Care Physician and I like him. He seems like a good guy. And my blood pressure is good even though my weight is up. I feel healthy even though I get tired more easily than I think I should. I talked to Ernie on the phone, last night and he’s really liking his new (to him) 883. It’s a big bike to him; he’s been riding a Suzuki Savage for the past few years. He’s starting to get used to the Sportster, but he’s a little unsteady with the increased height and weight of the 883. I told him to just ride it a lot and he’ll be comfortable in short order. Oh; and while I was at David’s shop, I took a long, hard look at David’s Mazda. My Roadster really would look lovely painted Soul Red. Hopefully, I’ll have the money to get the paint done before winter. Maybe today, I’ll go to a different car wash and clean my poor Roadster. She deserves to look good. She’s a great bike and treats me well. I just hope things go better this time. | ||
| Crusty |
Little Things I had to walk to school when I was a kid, like most kids did, back then. In the cooler months, I would have one or two little items that I would keep in my coat pocket. Things like a pebble that was colored in an interesting way or a part of a toy that had broken off. I kept these things in my pocket for no concrete reason, and eventually they would get thrown out and some other item would take their place. I still carry small things in my pocket, but there are reasons for them now. I try to always have my AA medallion in my pants pocket; it’s a reminder of where I’ve come from and it also makes me think of how much better my life is today than it was. Sometimes, I’ll have a bolt or some other piece of hardware in my pocket and it’ll sit there for a while before I think to take it out and put it away. When I hit the road in 2015, Dondi gave me a little blue glass bead that was about ¼ inch in diameter. It has an eye painted on opposite sides and it’s supposed to bring me good luck. I carried that throughout my travels in ‘15 and ‘16, but now it sits in a kitchen drawer bringing good luck to kitchen towels and my stash of assorted batteries. In July, when I met up with Badwebbers for lunch at the Troy Dinosaur, Johnnylunchbox gave me a bit of blue glass that came from an early American Iron Works. The glass was a byproduct of the slag that he found there; probably from the sand used in casting parts. That piece made its way into my jacket pocket, but now it rests on the end table beside the recliner in my living room. Even though it was broken off a bigger piece, the edges are smooth and it feels nice to hold. It’s also a nice color; kind of a milky shade of medium blue. I don’t think I’ll keep it in my jacket pocket, though. I keep my keys in the right pocket and they might chip it, and the left pocket has my garage door opener remote. I tend to put tools in my pockets when I’m working on things, but they seldom stay there for long. I’m pretty focused on tools and I try to put them away when I’m done using them. Speaking of tools, I almost always have my Leatherman multi-tool with me. I don’t use it that often, but when I need it I have it with me. That’s not in the same category as the little things that are in my pockets, but it does contribute to my ability to fix a problem. The Leatherman sits in its pouch on my belt and I don’t feel dressed when it’s not there. The reason I brought this up is because I was sitting in the recliner and looking at the piece of glass and I bet myself that I’m not the only nut case who carries things like that around in pockets. When I win or lose a bet with myself, how do I reward or punish myself for winning or losing? I can't quite figure that out. | ||
| Pwnzor |
I, too, cycle through items which are carried in my pockets. Talismans, all of them. An item cannot bring you good luck on it's own. The presence of an item which, for whatever reason, is comforting to the individual or gives the peace of mind that goes along with the personal knowledge that good things will happen when in possession of said item, will in fact correspond within one's own mind to the positive occurrence. Ergo, I carry (or wear) one of the following with me at all times. These are not in any particular order, as I have no real preference 1972 Eisenhower dollar coin A square nickel from the Netherlands Davy Crockett Trapper folding knife with real antler horn handle my brother's high school ring a small stone with a cross etched into it 1888 Morgan dollar coin Tie clasp of YD-171 "German Crane" Tie clasp of USS Nautilus 1943 steel penny There are a few others, but all of them reside in a handmade wooden bowl given to me by my cousin Ron. I always carry my dad's old Leatherman OR my newer Gerber multi-tool. Gotta have pliers with me and some kind of knife. Always. Oh, and a gun. Always got one of those too. Not real particular which one of those I carry, I guess it just depends on what I'm wearing. | ||
| Zac4mac |
I carry several means of defense any time I leave the house. As far as talismans, I carry a Chuck-E-Cheese token, a "coin" with an angel on each side and a Mexican 2-metal 5 Peso coin. I've lost each one several times but have always found them. so far. Z | ||
| Ourdee |
I carry a coin. Never went through the program but have been clean and sober for 25 years. I had a 23 year coin. I gave it to a girl I met that had been clean for a while. I told her it's just a day at a time till they turn into years. I do not disrespect what works for people. But I will encourage anyone that decides they want to stop. If I'm flying I carry a Bic pen. | ||
| Crusty |
I’m Not Perfect… I’m Psyched. Sportster Paul will be arriving this afternoon, and that means that tomorrow morning, we’re heading for Springfield. I really hope that the racing is good and that we all have a good time. We’re supposed to meet up with Ourdee in Indianapolis, then the three of us will head west together. I have a bunch of stuff to get done today before Paul arrives. I have to go get my haircut, clean the house real quick and I’ve got a load of laundry getting clean, (that way, Paul can sleep on clean sheets). And I’ve got to pack the Roadster. That will take 10 or 15 minutes. That’s one area that I’m fairly fast at. I’ve decided what I’m going to fix for dinner tonight, but I have no idea if I should get something for dessert, or what to get. I doubt it will be necessary, but you never know. I don’t have house guests very often, so when I do, I tend to go overboard. The title of this Snippet comes from a T-shirt I want to get printed. On the back, it will say, I’m not perfect, but I can still ride a motorcycle at 69 and that’s the next best thing. On the front pocket, it will have the wordless Bar & Shield logo that I’m going to have on my bike when it gets painted Soul Red. I think that will be my birthday present to myself. To give proper credit; Boomerguy on the XL forum came up with that line and I immediately liked it. OK; I have to get a start on the day. A Short Track and Two Miles – that’s a recipe for a great weekend! | ||
| Ourdee |
If it is a Birfday present to yourself, will it have to say 70? |
