Coop's Corner: Prepping for the Hiawatha Rally

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Prepping for the Hiawatha Rally

Actually, there's not really much to the preparation. After the GR3 Rally a week and a half ago, all things wet were dried, loosely folded and in all of 10 minutes were stuffed into their respective sacks. A change of clean clothes, with a few other minor changes based on the season and predicted weather are just about the extent of my packing for each trip once the first trip of the season happens.

Hiawatha BMW Rally

The packing of my bikes is the biggest variable since they each use slightly different saddle bags, tank bags, duffelbags, etc. How I power one of two GPS's has an impact as well. This trip I'll be taking the yellow Helix, which makes for easy packing due to the vast space for luggage.

On another subject, I offered to bring in rhubarb for any of my workmates that might like some today. This evening I harvested maybe 30 pounds of the fibrous plant and barely made a dent in our lush patch of 'elephant leaves'.

There's a fighting chance some of that goodness will be shared with me soon.

12 comments:

TrobairitzMay 29, 2013 at 10:09 AM
We've been thinking of planting some rhubarb. I love me some strawberry rhubarb pie or jam or topped on vanilla ice cream. Sigh.

Sounds like you have the packing down already this year. Should be easy riding on the Helix.
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SonjaMMay 29, 2013 at 12:05 PM
Looking forward to your Helix riding report. My hubby almost just bought one, alas it was gone when we called... It is a weird vehicle. It's so ugly, that it's pretty ;-)
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Dar May 29, 2013 at 12:47 PM
Have fun on your rally! Gotta love scooter storage space, that is definitely what I miss most on my bike. Rhubarb yum - I think I need to plant some, I love it stewed with apples. It seems to be all about food this morning.
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RichardMMay 29, 2013 at 1:48 PM
Looking forward to your report. The only motorcycle rallies I ever attended have been the BMWMOA ones. Lot of vendors, lot of people, and usually too hot...
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayMay 29, 2013 at 6:54 PM
Richard,
Those are fun; I've attended a few National, large scale gatherings, the only MOA version I did was West Bend, WI. We started for Gillette but veered off in another direction instead. These local rallies are much smaller, slower and no less fun.

Check your Blog Email please!
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VStar LadyMay 29, 2013 at 7:18 PM
Wow - 30 lbs (plus) of rhubarb ... and I was proud of my two pound take! Helix aside, that's some rhubarb patch. Are you freezing some to wait for the strawberries (and the pie makers?)
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayMay 29, 2013 at 7:24 PM
VStar Lady,
Our rhubarb is Healthy!! The soil is rich, has been enhanced by long since gone livestock and produces more than we can use. Some of it gets frozen every year, though not enough.

This weekend is typically the Rhubarb Festival in the nearby town next to the BMW Rally. I've got special plans for Saturday so i'm not sure if I'll make the Festival or not.

We did it last year though!
http://coopdwaycorner.blogspot.com/2012/06/rhubarb-and-bmws.html
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DebMay 30, 2013 at 8:02 AM
Ah, Helix, the "fugliest" scooter on the market next to the Yamaha Morphous!

However, I know that they provide legendary comfort on a ride, or so the fans rave!

It could be on my "short list" one day...

Enjoy! Wish I could come along!
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayMay 30, 2013 at 7:30 PM
Hey Deb, you'll not get any arguments from me about both machines being fugly.....the Italians would know better than to be anywhere near these two mongrels.

Yes, you would find them comfy! I'll share what I can next week.
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