Picture: The REB in Post Rock Country
The ROMEOs were meeting the Cedar Vale for lunch. That is 180 miles via Interstate so I figured it would be close to 400 round trip for the REB (Royal Enfield Bullet). A bit much for my back and the REB's seat so I took my own ride today. I had been meaning to ride over to Wilson, up to the lake and back East through Lincoln, Ada, etc. My friend, Jerry, rom my postal days, is the Postmaster in Wilson so I'm thinking I'll have him take a poor retiree to lunch. As luck would have it he had already closed up for lunch so I had to buy my own.
Now let me rewind to 9am when I had intended to leave. I hadn't checked the push rods for awhile so I gave them a quick look then thought I would see if I could get a little better adjustment on the clutch. It had been klunking a bit more than usual so I pulled off the inspection plate to take a peek. Sure glad I did because I could see broken cable strands looking back at me. Lucky for me Royal Enfield includes a spare clutch cable with every bike. It took about an hour and improved the shifting significantly.
I ate at a buffet place named "Made from Scratch". It was aptly named as they put out a good meal. I passed on the homemade pie. I visited with Brian, from the local phone company, about the REB for awhile. He told me that he rode a Big Dog and put on about 10,000 miles last year. A friend of his came in a joined the chat. Sounded like they take some long trips. They knew Jerry of course. Since Jerry is from Wilson most folks around there know him. They said he would probably be back by the time I finished eating. He was and we did the catching up thing then I headed out.
It hadn't warmed up too much and the wind was really kicking up now. Wished I had of put the liner in my jacket. The lake had white caps so I didn't long for the sail boat this ride. Nice ride the rest of the way, lots of open space between small towns, gives one time to think. Did you ever notice that horses don't pay much attention when you ride past? Cows, on the other hand, will stop in mid stride to stare. Maybe they think I am another cow. Sometimes I honk at them and they always look up, horses don't do that. I saw a big red fox outside of Ada, just picking at some road kill. He took off when I got close.
Not much else to report other than me getting lost between Minneapolis and Bennington. I had a map and knew about where I was put the directions weren't making sense. A nice young man on a big V-Star stopped. Turns out he was a county deputy and he got me headed to Salina. I was on 9th but pointing in the wrong direction. I have just got to get a compass. Back home and a check of the odometer shows a 171 mile ride.
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