Sunday
morning dawned bright and clear and the heat started climbing early on, yep
summer is here. Though many members were out of town or busy with family and
friends on this holiday weekend. We still had a nice turnout and some truly
grand old machines. I have not been able to make many runs lately, as many of
you know sometimes life gets mighty busy with plenty of stuff not even related
to our old two wheelers. On that note, I want to mention our club officers –
all have a lot on their plates right now. Some with truly weighty issues going
on in their lives so give them a thought and a word of support.
As far as back at the Lovejoy household, my Dad and I were
really pleased to see all who showed. Friends we had not seen in quite a while,
you all brightened our day for certain. Tom Hart
showed up a little before 8am on his faithful Chief. Then I think it was Hakan
Martensson on his wild Harley Knucklehead bobber who came roaring in. Jim Falk
cruised in on his modern BMW and Craig Dillmann and Irma trucked in their
trusty Triumph with friend Dave and his very nice Ariel Square four. Then came the wild
bunch on 3 separate Ariel square fours, lead by our own Homer Knapp and his
cohorts Chuck and Dave. Four Ariel square fours going down the road, it sounded
so good. Dave Cook showed up on his good running Sportster and wished right
away he had ridden his square four. Then Mason Byers showed up with his awesome
101 Scout, some really impressive machines. I got my old faithful Sport Scout
out and we were ready to go.
After visiting and checking out
each other’s toys we were off. This year Hobo John was on the ball in the
rescue truck and we did not loose anyone! As usual there was lots of stop and
go and clutch work, and quite a bit more traffic than the norm and did I
mention it was hot. A few of the old machines and an owner or two were a bit hard
pressed. I don’t know what was hotter the bike or the ownerJ
We had one or two quick stops and lots of stressing and smoking machines and
oil leaking, bikes belching and puffing smoking, you know fun stuff. Hakan on
his 47 bobber was actually trying to leave a bigger oil puddle than my Scout –
the nerve of that guy and on my run too! We had some funny moments when I did a
maneuver to check on the rescue truck, being a little paranoid. Since we have
had a tendency to loose people and or bikes and trucks on this run. I went
through a parking lot and up the side walk to the corner and much to my
surprise so did several of the club members behind me. The looks on those faces
when I looked back, I really got a kick out of it. I think many will think
twice before following me again though J
We made it to Taxco Restaurant and
Hakan and his bobber were in much distress. Step in magic man Homer Knapp a few
minor adjustments to the plugs, carb and wires and boom. Homer was revving the
machine, which was running better, but belching thick black smoke from
everywhere as the revs climbed. The faint at heart stepped back and waited for
the explosion to occur, including myself. You should of seen Hakans face! After
that we headed in for lunch and a drink. Lunch was very good as was the
company. All were full and much cooler and relieved from the break as we headed
back. Hakan and his bobber had had enough though and that was it, Hobo came to
the rescue and other clubs members comforted Hakan with yells of get the camera,
and your going to be on the cover of the next news letter. Again you should
have seen his face, also I think he finally had to admit my Scout out leaked
his Harley, another Indian triumph!! J
When we finally got back, everyone was trying to drink
something cool and stay in the shade; Hakan and Hobo were in the house with my
Dad having an ice cream! All ended well and it was a fun day which I enjoyed
very much. Thanks to all who showed and those who assisted, a great bunch and I
am glad to know ya, till the next one take care,
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