What's
Been "H"appening 03/28/04
by Dick Scalpone, AGWA-Illinois Chapter H
Hi all,
Well, today
for the first time in almost 4 months, I was able to go on a Sunday
ride with the rough riders of chapter H. My pony was just itchin
for some great exercise. As usual, we rendezvoused at Mickey
D's. Due to the heavy overcast, and the threat of possible rain,
only a few rough riders assembled.
The membership
consisted of doctor Cary Levin riding "Flim-Flam", sergeant Russ
Prichard riding "Red Devil", jumpin Joe Hughes riding his new
BMW--LT1200, trusty Bruce Hirsch in his cage, thundering Mark &
sweet Paulette Brenton riding "Bumble Bee", rovin Robert Sample riding
"Old Timer" and of course yours truly.
As I took the
lead, sergeant Russ did the sweep, and that I might add the skies did
not look too good. There were peaks of sunshine which gave us all
a glimmer of hope. But a ridin we shall go. The "Spring
Grove" family restaurant was chosen for our fine dining cuisine located
in Genoa, ILL. Naturally, only the back roads will do in getting
us to our destination. But first, we all had to feed our ponies
with some oats and hay and some mighty fine 93 octane boost for a
chaser.
We started out
west, and eventually headed in a northwesterly direction. One
could tell that these roads were seldom used because of little or no
road kill. Our ponies like that. We finally arrived at our
destination about 1000hrs. We parked our ponies in the corral,
were they lay in wait. By then, our tummies were growling for
some much needed nourishment. We were promptly seated in the back
room for some mighty good chit-chatting and great socializing.
Somebody, please pass the coffee, which is a real eye opener for most
of us. Our jubilant crew finally received good vittles and our
tummies were happy. It was great to report, that none of our
feisty members got our of hand, all behaved well. But alas,
time's-a-waste'n, hi ho, hi ho and away we must go. Our ponies
were itching for much more exercise and they were not to be
denied. Everyone, except trusty Bruce decided that more back road
riding was necessary. By now, the sun broke out, and it was
looking mighty good outside. So it is off we go, ahoy matey, lets
do some shucken 'n jiven, no more city dude living for us.
I took the
lead and sergeant Russ did his usual fine job as the designated
sweeper. Our direction took us northwest along some of the
looniest roads out there. We headed for Belvidere and continued
north towards our neighboring state of cheese land. Picking up
one of the roads that took us through the small town of Clinton, Wis
and eventually heading east. By now our ponies were screaming for
more oats and hay with its usualy octane boost. At this time, our
bladders had to be emptied as we pulled in the filling station. We
demounted our ponies so this feat could be
accomplished. Naturally, more kabitzing was in order as we all
took a breather. The camaraderie with this group is the finest in
the AGWA organization. Our direction took us southeast towards
home, as the skies were not looking great. It became abundantly
overcast with a slight chill in the air. We stayed in U.S. 14
east bound and turned of highway "O" in a northerly direction and
circumvented Lake Delavan. Our direction took us through the
small town of Lake Geneva, Wis. And it was homeward bound we
headed, taking a few slight detours. I lead our crew to county
road "B" which took us due east with some mighty great curves and
plenty of dipsy-do's. Jumpin Joe with his BMW was smiling from
ear to ear. He had the opportunity to put his pony to the real
test in its handling ability. Thundering Mark with his new GL1800
was also smiling with swagger and was very satisfied with the handling
characterizes of his "Bumble Bee".
By now, the
clouds were extremely dark and definitely not looking good. So we
all got our ponies to kick up their hoofs and headed south as fast
as the weather will permit. By now we were getting cloud
"droppings"--yuck!!
All of us
elected not to dawn our rain gear, but to try and out run the
rain. We managed to stay just in front of the sky
droppings. Eventually, we all made it back to our final
destination--home, with the minimal of moisture clinging to our
clothes. When I pulled into my garage, with in 3 minutes the
skies opened up and the droppings came down in buckets---lucky, lucky,
lucky. How sweet it is!! All in all, a great time was had
by all. We managed to travel 160 miles of safe driving. It
just does not get any better than this.
Hopefully,
next week will be much better, after all, it can only improve.
Until next week, lets be especially careful out there, for those 4
wheelers are forever lurking around.
Your unruly
rep,
Dick