Jack arrived not long after we did, here at the registration tent. No, it's not a Guzzi but if Guzzi made a 2-wheel drive rig, he'd probably have ridden that.
I've seen Jack and waved hello at previous rallies but this weekend finally was able to really meet him and discuss roads as well as common riding areas. He knows the area roads better than I do Hopefully we'll be able to follow through on a coffee ride or two.
Here's a Guzzi sidecar rig with accompanying camper trailer, a one wheel drive in this case and for most purposes, sufficient.
Louie showed up on one of his Victory's this time, though there's talk of something else in his future. The question is and will remain, will his machine count remain the same or go up one??
We come upon "Road Closed" signs from time to time, not necessarily a barrier to our plans, though this weekend we were foiled more than once (and a couple of times that we should have been).
Here's a favorite "Minimum Maintenance" road that's been a favorite...we're both wondering if it will ever be again after this spring's various flooding.
No way were we getting through this one.....'course if it hadn't been for that big sidecar along, I'd have popped right through this minor obstruction. :)
This one didn't stop us....this time....but may next time.
Since it was coffee time, or even slightly past, we headed for the touristy Lanesboro. The Friday afternoon Tubers, Canoers and Bicyclists were showing up for a weekend of Root River Valley fun.
I thought this duded up, fender skirted pickup truck was pretty cool. I wanted to center the truck in the shot but one hand was holding some exTREMEly hot coffee from the Pedal Pushers diner.
It then was time to head back to the rally site since our pulled pork Friday dinner would soon be served. There were many new arrivals back at camp.
Mike showed up on his Moto Guzzi Norge, their Sport Touring model and he was a Mike I didn't know. As it turns out, I used to work across the isle from his wife at one company and he works next to a life long machinist friend at another medical company. Rides will soon be planned that will hopefully get the three of us together in one spot.
Saturday morning dawned cool, clear and foggy. I walked down to the naturally spring-fed pool to prove there was moisture in the air.
On our way to Hokah for breakfast, we discovered this huge road improving project. This one led us to a Minimum Maintenance road that wasn't, so we had to turn around and do this part twice.
Our Saturday morning breakfast spot in Hokah.
A potty stop and leg stretching spot.....for Justin naturally.....on a steep, almost-Iowa gravel road.
This frog simply can't possibly have a big croak, can it?? It was doing its best to hide on this milkweed leaf but I was too sharp to miss it.
The New Albin City Meat Market and Store....a necessary stop for my favorite smoked pork jerky. John, I brought some back to camp for you but you weren't there.....in time. Offered to a few other campers, they initially didn't care for any.....then..."well maybe I'll try some". Not long after, "hey, could I have another chunk?"
I bought a pound and brought a couple of ounces home.
After making Dave, really, really dustier, we were back at camp. He stopped at the car wash to make his bike black again; mine's still a dingy grey-brown.
This one was for sale, very reasonably priced but I tried not to spend any more time there than necessary or I'd have been tempted to......
Brad's eternally beautiful Triumph....Jack's GS isn't hard on the eyes either.
A Ural that had seen as much dust for the day as we had.
That Twin Headlight guy's KLR.........
Somehow I even got into this shot........almost too many cooks in this one.
Tim's "1000 hour" custom fairing, bags, snack box (on the tank), windshield, etc.
On the left, one of many rows of campers and full season trailers not connected with our group.
After our steak dinner, there was more discussion, more enjoyment of a perfect Saturday evening before bedtime.
Sunday morning again arrived clear, cool and foggy. Dave and I weren't in any hurry, leaving just before 9AM. Once again, many riders from further away were already long gone. Since this is the closest rally for both Dave and me, it's hard to be in too big of hurry to head for home.