Sunday, August 30, 2020

Some Maintenance, Another Quick Overnight


 The KLR made some funny noises when I first took it out this spring and then I saw why.  Maybe squirrels over winter, mice more likely.

Mid-Covid summer I decided that I didn't really want to spend any more repair money this season and that I'd wait for winter to fix this one, next season to ride.  But then I considered the potential issues with the fuel from just sitting for another six months and decided to deal with it now.


I thought of my brother and his KLR right away....maybe he might benefit from a spare.  He was approached, given the suggestion of possibly reversing it and I have to say that in his short answer, at least so far, among the words I heard, I did not hear "no".  I've cleaned it up and will hang onto it for awhile just in case; doesn't take up much space in the shop.

Freshly ready for some miles, I decided to take the KLR for a quick overnight camp at our nearby State Forest campground.  All very last minute, I told Peg that if the campground was full, I'd be back that evening....but it wasn't, I was early enough to have my choice of spots.

Riding through the first loop, down at he little cul-de-sac, there were some campers and lo and behold, an old Gen 1 KLR.  The conversation started before I could get my helmet off and earplugs out but it didn't take long for the introductions to follow.   There were far more things in common than a couple of old Kawasaki's, neighborhoods, trades, past riding experiences...attitudes...:)  Later Jeff and his wife stopped by the campfire where we really started nailing down all of the commonalities.  

Nice to meet you both, sorry I didn't end up back at your fire.  I'm still gifted with my 4-5am wake up times every day and by the time the wood was gone and the darkness settled, it was time for bed.

Jeff, I mentioned my and our family's history with the park; this photo taken right below your campsite.  Somewhere there are photos of my truck, my Yamaha AT1 Enduro and my brother's SL100 Honda in what is now campsite #1 for a weekend of camping and riding earlier in the 70's.  Here's a photo dated's 1963 Impala SS and our snowmobile trailer with (by then) dad's SL100, Kevin's Yamaha 250MX and my AT1 hiding behind, down in the picnic area.  Dad, Kevin and I did a lot of bike buying and swapping those years.  All of this back when motorcycles on the State Forest trails were highly respected.  Hard to confirm from this distance but my beard was a different color back then, my hair more lush.

Later in the early 80's, I'm not sure Peg and I were officially connected, we two visited the park, hiked and you know.  Finally, 4 kids and 2 dogs later, we tromped the trails w/o motors and picnicked.

Date stamped, to avoid confusion, old vs. new.

I had coffee and oatmeal along but decided to not even stay long enough to fix it.  Packed up and headed directly home.  An absolutely bluebird day, the kind perfect for riding.

The lawn was on the edge of getting away from me this session, time spent riding this week possibly should have been spent mowing.  I've used some sophisticated satellite imagery to determine that our hilly nook and cranny yard is just over 2/3 (.69) of an acre and most mowings are split between a couple of days.  Saturday I did it with only a lunch break in between to spread the health benefits at least a smidge for a better, healthy distribution.

This was just about the very last of it Saturday afternoon.

Sunday, another quite lazy start.  It seems I'm getting quite good at them.  A gas stop in Amery, two loaded big rigs there, both filled with green beans.

On up to Comstock and a stop for cheese....

 On up to Cumberland and a stop at Louie's....

I wasn't exactly sure where but I knew the theme....lunch in a County Park somewhere so I did a Search.

My Search said that Kirby Lake had six campsites, primitive and free.  Each and every word an apt and succinct description of what I found there.

My buffet table for luncheon...loved that word ever since reading Dr. Doolittle to the kids.


What's a luncheon without ice cream??  Back down to Amery and a stop at Ellie's.

Here's the Another Quick Overnight....

And here's the Kirby Lake Trip...

These made the group's texting rounds this week so I thought I'd share.

Mike's's the bookmark for the Manual.

Monday, August 24, 2020

Racing, Repair, Rockton

Friday night, my first time at Mississippi Thunder Raceway.  Quite literally dozens of times driving by on Wisconsin Hwy 35, the track itself is hidden behind pine groves, hidden to the extent that when mentioned to my friends, the universal response was, "there's a racetrack there?".  It's been a long time since I've seen cars go really fast on a dirt track and it was a blast.



Eric met me there, we had a great time watching some very competitive driving of some very fast automobiles.  Worried that it was going to be miserably hot, it was a wonderfully pleasant evening.  We both got home before the worst of the weather hit; lighting in the distance was getting closer and closer.

My Royal Enfield Bullet sidecar rig has recently had difficulty keeping the starter drive engaged but only on cold starts.  Warm, the bike is running almost before I can let go of the button.  Friday morning at the campsite, I was sure to park with some downhill available, just in case.  It finally caught but I wasn't convinced I'd get away without going the wrong way on the one way.

Weeks ago I had Marty at GoMoto order the sprag clutch, telling him that I was in no hurry...."a December job".  But these overnight camps are proving to be so rewarding, our autumn hopefully a long one, there was no way I was going to be able to wait for snow and bluster.  Saturday I tore into it.

The lighting made the old piece(s) look like brass...or something but it was the light in the shop for some reason.  The new primary/sprag is just above, the front side and in one piece.

Sunday I decided to do some road scouting for our upcoming Wildcat Mountain Rally that isn't a rally this year.  Still, I plan to lead a ride or two of non-rally goers and some roads closed needed to be confirmed.  It so happened that Eric wasn't all that far away so he did a very good job of anticipating a proper and realistic rendezvous time at Rockton for chicken.  Back when I was spending time with the Sport Bike folks, we had a common route down to that part of Wisconsin.  Sunday I decided to follow it since I'd not been on some of the roads in quite some time.

Blank Hill Road...not all that long ago, lots of  'farming' was taking place here.  Now, some heifers in a single paddock.  The buildings empty, someone's working the land, a neighbor that IS still in business.


Through Ettrick, down Cty D, Cty T, into the town of Mindoro and on my way through the Mindoro Cut.  The last time I'd been there was with Ben when he was home on Leave.   

Saturday, Eric was out riding and sent a photo..."Troy...we've met before, he's the one that told us about camping in Ft. McCoy...camping this weekend up on the Flowage, has some good camping location ideas for us....".

I was as interested in the camping ideas as I was in the bike...Troy obviously a kindred spirit, putting gravel road tires on a bike they didn't belong on, just like my TranZalp.

So I was just getting up to the actual Mindoro Cut where I'd planned to stop and take a photo....

This is where Troy's saying to himself..."Who's this nimrod on a scooter??"

I had to pull in front of him to prevent his exit, introduced myself and heard, "....Eric told me about your blog, I just saw it...".

We found some things to talk about....quite a few things actually :)

It was great to meet you Troy!  I like your business plan, sounds intriguing.  Keep in touch.

I met these two women bicyclists coming down the north side and just before I met Troy at the 'Cut, they'd stopped and chatted with him.  Now I was following them back down the south side.

Briskly and more smoothly than some motorcyclists I know!

Just as tasty as I'd remembered it!

We needed dessert, so over the hill we went.  The Goose sold Eric something minty, I went with Black Cherry.

Taking the very long way back towards West Salem where we split, we enjoyed the ride through the Amish areas around Cashton and Westby, met numerous young couples going home after Services.  Lots of rough roads that were a bit tough on my license bracketure.  ROK strap to the rescue!

It was a good one, other than a broken license plate mount.  303 miles for the day and warm, I lost track of how many liters of water I had on the trip home.  It was good to get out of the sun.