Though I never even threw a leg over one.
The trailer had been hooked to the car Friday evening so that I could leave home early for coffee with the boys in Mpls. After a quick stop at my place of employment to pick up something I'd forgotten Friday afternoon, it was off to North Mpls for coffee.
Besides the things we normally discuss and debate, Saturday's 'edition' included an event on the BNSF tracks that run next to Diamond's Coffee Shoppe. The local Steam Train enthusiasts had completed a restoration of #261 and it was making its first voyage up to Duluth on our North Shore.
Rail enthusiasts had to be cautioned by the local constabulary for encroaching on the tracks in places on the cool, blustery morning.
After coffee I headed across the river into rural Wisconsin to carry out a grim task (and the reason for my m/c trailer) of picking up our good friend Walter's crashed Moto Guzzi. I learned the sad news Wed. afternoon that Walter had been airlifted from the site of a deer/motorcycle crash. Thankfully the power company lineman found the bike and Walter lying in the grass and stayed with him until help could arrive.
The crashed Guzzi needed to be picked up from the tow company and taken back to Walter's home. I've got photos of the bike and 'other' that I won't be sharing, but our evaluation of the bike, Walter's gear and the evidence that we could muster tells us that the deer essentially knocked Walter backwards off of the bike; any damage on the machine was high up and the damage to his helmet and everything else pointed directly to the brain trauma suffered. Wife Elaine and son Thomas would really appreciate your thoughts and well-wishes. If you visit, note the many comments by Selena....it was her dad that was first on the scene; her dad's kindness a gift to us all.
Evening plans were carried out, namely visiting one of Minnesota's higher learning institutions for the screening of the locally produced film "Girl Meets Bike". Our combined review would be.... disjointed story that was hard to follow, beautiful cinematography of rural MN and WI roads and scenery, fine European machines featured, smooth sound track and special attention paid to fine, fine (and accurate) motorcycle sounds. In other words, Guzzi's sounded like Guzzi's, Norton's were definitely Norton's, Triumph's were where they belonged, etc. More sex and more liquor than I needed (are we really like that??) but overall, fun to see real machines, ridden by real riders in places locally that we know. Dinner and discussions with friends capped off the evening and made for a very long day.
Today, time spent with mom and her sister for Mom's Day.
For Sonja and Roland, this very old family heirloom.....