Coop's Corner: First Day Of Four

Saturday, October 5, 2013

First Day Of Four

Thursday evening (in the rain) I loaded the Tran Zalp ('83 Honda Ascot) onto the trailer, hooked the trailer on to the car and had the car loaded for a quick departure after work on Friday. After the 3 hour drive, I was in Richland Center and checked in at the motel. There were showers off and on all of the way down and more rain after arriving, so I waited to unload the bike until this morning when I was ready to ride to breakfast.

Last week's parallel black stripes I photographed on the pavement were nothing compared to the stretch of road I saw this morning just outside of town. This is the last in the series of black tire track photos.

Away from the STOP sign.....

and back to the STOP sign.....

Riding in the valleys was misty today; climbing up on top put me right into the clouds so visibility was tough between my glasses and visor shield.

I stopped at the Mount Tabor Cemetery, the site of a former log church, now long gone.

There were many soft and mushy walnuts ridden over today.

I challenge anyone to count the number of shades of brown.

As of yesterday, I could not have told you when the last time was that a dog got after me and bit.....that changed today and now I'll remember for awhile. I had enough holes in my 'Stich pants, now I'll need another patch kit.

Soybean stripes....

I downloaded an App last week called Fieldtrip and used it today to find some Historical Markers. It makes use of sites listed on the Historical Markers Database, an App I already had on my phone.

Bet you never thought of Wisconsin and Mastodons....

Mike arrived with the '70 Honda Police 450, so we got it unloaded and went for a ride. I got a chance to not only ride it, but to run the red lights AND the siren.......

Dusk and skies are clearing......moving NE from us.

11 comments:

Back RoadOctober 6, 2013 at 7:17 AM
Hi Coop, thanks for the photos and story. I can smell the fall air when I look at the pictures. What a wonderful time of the year to ride!
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DebOctober 6, 2013 at 8:42 AM
Hey guy! Oh yeah, these are my kind of roads too! I second the notion of loading up the machine and taking it out to other areas for exploration rides. I think it's a great idea!

Love those photos, especially the cow friend. I am wanting to hit my own back roads this weekend but have been way laid by lots of rainstorms, which we also need here, so I am hoping for tomorrow.

I love to browse historical markers as well, so thanks for the app info.

Enjoy your time immersed in autumn riding....stay safe!
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SonjaMOctober 6, 2013 at 8:53 AM
Very nice snippets from the road. Although riding through fog might be challenging it makes for an interesting shot. The one with your bike on top of the hill is my favourite in this eclectic selection of pictures. The siren of the Honda is kinda sweet, but I doubt it would be taken seriously, or would it?
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TrobairitzOctober 6, 2013 at 11:13 AM
Looks like a fun misty day for some rides. Great pictures. Lots of shades of brown but beautiful green too.

By the looks of those tire stripes I sure wouldn't want to live anywhere near that intersection while people are lighting up their tires and/or doing smoke shows. In these parts if you are caught you will get a $100 per foot ticket.
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Martha October 6, 2013 at 3:28 PM
At first I felt sorry for the people in the white house, but then I realized that it has to be where the "offender/s" live. That kind of noise usually happens about 1 AM. Deputies must not be interested...
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AnonymousOctober 8, 2013 at 7:14 PM
all that rubber on the road... those damn Amish buggies... :)
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