Coop's Corner: Another Warm Week But Improvement

Monday, July 20, 2020

Another Warm Week But Improvement

I spiffed up the Bullet sidecar rig...there was a lot of rust that needed to be dealt with from last winter's one single ride.

Saturday morning, another Coffee at Diamonds. Masks inside, Social Consideration outside.

Paul's "Ready for Anything" Ural rig...I could have used a Jet Ski that one time.

A shout out here to Callie and Craig at Wild Ass. Last winter at the IMS gathering in Minneapolis, I stopped by the booth and mentioned to them that my cover was showing real signs of wear. Craig advised me to send an email and a photo...."...shouldn't do that.....". I actually forgot about it and it just wasn't that big of deal.

Lately the bladder has slowly been losing pressure so I tried to seal the leak which made it better but didn't stop the slow deflation. Last week while I was Many Days around Richland Center'ing Callie left a voicemail, wondering how I was doing with my Wild Ass Pillion Seat Pad. A couple of photos, a few texts and a phone call resulted in a package arriving in this week's Post. A new bladder and cover now installed. More stickers to proudly stick in more places!

Thank you!!

More birds and wildlife....

Time for some more motorcycle content. Due to vacations, the pandemic, conflicting schedules, etc. I consented to work a Friday in return for having Monday off. Talk about conflicting, my destination choices for a quick overnight seemed to change with the wind; everywhere I planned to go presented everything from irritating challenges to downright impossibilities. Finally I settled on a Vernon County, Wisconsin campground, a destination that would tie in nicely with a group of friends' plan to stop for pie Sunday morning in Stockholm.

Rustic Road #51....the Guzzi hadn't been there yet. Plus, Eric said water levels were up and there were 4 creek crossings to confirm that fact. :)

Everyone made it to Stockholm....except for Jeff. A nice surprise, Terry, Gary and Bill were there at another table, all fellow rally-goers, normally seen in various locales and at our usual rallies, but not in rally-less 2020. I saw them leave on Gold Wings and Gary's brand new Africa Twin.

My Blueberry/Peach....almost hidden by lumps of Special Goodness!

Down to the Trempealeau National Wildlife Refuge...

Minnesota bluffs in the distance.

Sidie Hollow, Vernon County...my home for the night.

Eric freshly back from the Black Hills Sunday morning texted me, I shared my overnight location with him and he responded, "I'll be there before dark" and he was.

He took this photo of me after telling me not to move....."looks like you're thinking...." So noteworthy and rare, I wanted to share it with everyone because that was in fact what I was doing .... this time. I can make it look that way sometimes, just so you know.

Coffee this morning....

Almost packed up....

A beautiful night last night, great riding weather, a bug-free campfire and I slept with only my bug netting between me and the stars. We enjoyed breakfast in Westby at Borgen's, found some lovely early morning valleys and crests to ride through and then we split up at Coon Valley. Home to mow our 2/3 of an acre lawn with the 21".

A 3 day workweek ahead.

4 comments:

UnknownJuly 21, 2020 at 8:00 AM
What kind of bird is the yellow one 5th and 6th picture in? Steve O
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redlegsridesJuly 23, 2020 at 8:30 AM
Interesting muffler on that Ural....I'm assuming the stock one was damaged by rocks?
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"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

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The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

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She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

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"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

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