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Thursday, January 10, 2008

On Any Wednesday (The ROMEO Story)

The following article is in the January 2008 issue of Riding South magazine.  A week or so before Christmas Robert Shearon, the editor/publisher and former Enfield owner, e-mailed and asked me to contribute a story to the magazine and suggested one about the ROMEOs.  In the interest of full disclosure he did say he was needing a story to fill out the magazine and was in a bind.  Always glad to help a riding buddy I hopped right on it after enlisting the help of my friend Richard who is the brains behind the ROMEOs.  The Riding South website is:  http://www.ridingsouthmagazine.com/index.html lots of good stuff on there if you poke around a bit.  Below is the cover page and some of the other photos Robert used.

 

   On Any Wednesday

Riding to eat, eating to ride

By Richard Kurtz and Leonard Williams

On any Wednesday You will find the ROMEOs (Retired Old Motorcyclist Eating Out) in an out of the way, off the beaten path, small Kansas town having lunch at the local eatery. We are a loosely formed group of motorcyclists, with the undocumented mission of helping little ma and pa cafes in Kansas towns of less than one thousand people. The official Kansas map lists all incorporated cities in the state. By count, there are 428 towns in that size category. These little places are generally well off the beaten path and are in desperate need of a pick me up to continue operating.

We get together every Wednesday, weather permitting, for lunch. The real beauty of this non-organization is that there are no meetings, no dues, no rules, no officers and no dry programs you have to sit through. Best of all, it’s FREE!

So what's the point, you say? Think about it! What better thing is there to do than just ride all over the state to little towns that struggle daily for their survival, meet with other cyclists just like you, have a great meal, visit with friends, check out a wide variety of bikes and continue on after the meal to explore more of the area or take a pilgrimage to some little known site all the while leaving any organizational work for the real clubs. Just show up at a destination either on your own or with a friend by a route of your own choosing and leave the same way. Simple, effective, enjoyable.

The usually lunch day looks like is: ride, meet and greet, kick tires, tell lies, eat lunch, kick more tires, tell more lies then ride home. Often some of the group will get together and go someplace for pie and ice cream before heading home. This all makes for some great rides, good food and camaraderie that is unique to the motorcycling community.

A ROMEO KIND OF PLACE

All it takes is one very dedicated person to find a cafe or restaurant that is willing to accommodate us and to get the word out to everyone. Richard Kurtz, a retired motel owner, from Lindsborg, KS and a board member on the Kansas Restaurant and Hospitality Association, is the ROMEOs dedicated person. Richard finds the place and arranges the scheduled rides giving the cafes close estimates on attendance so adequate food preparation will be available with minimal waste.

He then e-mails the one hundred eighty five names currently residing in the ROMEO address book. Each name has been added one at a time by a friend of a friend of the core group of riders who started joining for lunch back in 2003. These guys are from all over the state and most of them didn't even know one another before and today there are some great friendships.

Once you open the e-mail indicating the destination you can attend or ..... not. The group is open, you can bring someone along if you want. Ride what ever you want, two wheels or three. Heck, you don’t even have to be retired, or from Kansas for that matter, and the truth be known some people show up in their car. The cost is.....well, nothing. Just leave your burdens at home 'cause we're all about having a good day out riding and exploring the back roads of Kansas.

The numbers that attend vary from 5-50, depending on the weather and location. Out of fifty two weeks of the year, an average of forty-four have been suitable for scheduled rides. Rides cover the entire state in a circular pattern but the majority of members reside in the populated Eastern half of the state and consequently where the majority of destinations are scheduled. We have ventured west as far as LaCrosse, as far southeast as Galena, North near the Nebraska border and down Southwest to near Oklahoma. Some folks have questioned our sanity after hearing he miles we have ridden 'for lunch'. It's nothing for a few of us to have over 200 miles one way. Folks, that's dedication! We ride in sunshine, rain, hot weather and Cold. We draw the line at snow and ice however. You can do that on four wheels but not on two!

Most small town eating establishments are willing to take a chance on the numbers and many times will provide some sort of special. Being mostly retired the ROMEOs are a laid back bunch and if we have to eat in shifts or it takes a long time to get served no one get bent out of shape. One little cafe was using a George Foreman Grill to cook hamburgers, needless to say lunch was a long drawn out affair that day. A good turn out can help fill the coffers of these entrepreneurs that are so vital to the life blood of small communities. There have been many a destination that were it not for the ROMEOs, the luncheon crowd would have been rather dreary, No ROMEO is so foolish to believe this group is the savior of the small town cafe by any means but we have opened up the awareness factor of their plight and have been responsible for many a return visit to a place someone thought was very unique or special.

It would have been interesting to have captured the economic impact statistics of this great group but unfortunately it would require staff which is non existent, but a close estimate could be calculated from an average of thirty attendees per week each year riding an average of two hundred miles per day round trip spending an average of $8.00 per meal. All for the love of the sport of motorcycling.....and a bit of wonderful camaraderie.

                        YOU CAN'T BEAT a small town burger

While there are no rules, other than common courtesy, lately we have been keeping track of who shows up, their mileage and what they are riding. Richard sends out a Ride Report after every lunch and will acknowledge the long distance rider along with any other pertinent information like the quality of the food. As a rule the food is cheap and plentiful and the staff friendly and appreciative of the business.

The variety of machines to show up is always interesting, BMWs are well represented as are all brands of cruisers. Big scooters are also popular and there are a couple of guys that try to ride all dirt roads to lunch on their dual sports. Of course you are apt to see an antique daily rider or even a mini-bike just for the fun of it.

So how does a story about a bunch of motorcycle riding old coots from Kansas get into a magazine like Riding South? We do have our Southern ties. When ever there is a lunch ride near our southern border there will be some Oklahoma folks show up and the same when the destination is in the eastern part of the state and the Missouri motorcyclist join us. To further establish our southern connection this spring we will have our third overnight dinner and ride in Arkansas.

There you have it, the recipe for a non-club that provides good riding, good eating and good company. If you would care to join us when we have lunch within your riding range our schedule is posted on the Kansas Restaurant Hospitality Association’s web site, www.krha.org, just click on the calendar.

You can start your own ROMEO group, just give some other retired old motorcyclists a call and pick a spot.

Monday, December 4, 2006

Entry for December 05, 2006

Picture: The latest cover of Riding South magazine

Yesterday was one of those rare Kansas days..... no wind. I could hardly believe it but by the time I got back from running a few errands (in the truck) my coat was off and the temperature was pushing 50 degrees.

What to do, what to do? Oh yeah, the Dubya is sitting in the garage still filthy from last weeks early morning ride in the slop. First order of business is to clean the Dubya. Not clean, clean, mind you but riding clean, there is a difference. As it turned out the ride was OK but still a little cool so I just did a 20 mile lap of the city and called it a day. Today is calling for 55 degrees by mid-afternoon and it is the REB's turn to be ridden. If things work out I'll get it warmed up good and change the oil when I get home.
My Riding South magazine was in the mail yesterday and it was a particularly interesting issue. One column I liked was written by a 79 year old motorcyclist that lives in Arkansas. It is reprinted by permission of the author and publisher.
Riding South is a neat little newspaper magazine that focuses on The South but has general interest articles as well. It is distributed free of charge through motorcycle shops in it's area or is only $12 a year by mail. The publisher/editor/paperboy, Robert Shearon, is a real biker in that he hardly ever drives but relies on two wheels.
Contact Robert at: 1220 Jameson Ave
Benton, AR 72015
Ph: 501-860-8884
E-mail: robertshearon@sbcglobalnospam.net (leave out the nospam)
 
Why I Ride By Ralph Landon
My friends often ask why I ride a motorcycle at my age. some are genuinely curious but most are somehow offended at what I am doing.
The say things like do you want flowers or should we just contribute to your favorite charity?
In dark moments I could smell the flowers and cars would suddenly appear in my path.
But life is not to explain after all, at least the important parts. You enter it alone, leave it alone, and people just make foggy guesses about your purpose.
Yet after years of riding I know some of its purposes - for me.
The first purpose is to have something waiting for me, one of those things men need in some other part of the house, yard or town that they can escape to. I have tried many things! Cars, guns, cameras, and even airplanes, but none have been so satisfying as my motorcycle.
Cars tend to bore me with their commonness, and the problem with cameras is that they depend on the whims of the spirits - you have to need to take a picture to want to take it. Guns have a nasty side to them, and once you lose the urge or even the capacity to kill things they sit in cabinets emasculated of their essential purpose.
Airplanes are fine for certain times in life but you buy imperatives with airplanes - you have to stay sharp and remain current to maintain your license. Airplanes remind me of my limitations.
The nice thing about having a motorcycle waiting for you is that it does not require you to do anything with it. Sometimes it is enough just to check the battery or ponder the likelihood that you could overhaul the engine if you really applied yourself. A motorcycle represents endless possibilities, among them just sitting with a can of chrome polish in your hands looking for rust. Sometimes my wife would say, I thought you were going for a ride, is something wrong? and I would say, No, I'm looking for rust.  A person can always depend on rust.
The second purpose relates to that intangible thing we call freedom. When I first learned that motorcycles are called freedom machines I thought that had something to do with speed, far places and raunchy company - beer, broads, and a cloud of smoke.
That is not what freedom means to me! What happens with age is that you are expected to grow predictable, and once you do, more and more people step forth to manage your life. It becomes known that you are around weekends, so you get invited to places you don't want to go. And you're around to fix faucets, faucets that you would just as soon let drip. The freedom my machine gives me is very easy to describe: It is the license to be accountable to no one.
The third purpose concerns place. For me there is a dramatic difference between being away and being gone. I love to be away, but am gone only when I have to be. The motorcycle better than anything else has taught me to understand where my psychological borders are - the Greenbriar River in West Virginia, a little country store, a diner in a small town.
For me the beauty of a motorcycle is not in the going, but in the stopping. The most important device on my bike is the kick stand and I use it with abandon. There is no sound like the silence of a killed engine when geese are flying overhead. The roar of the engine is music to the ears of some riders - I prefer the cooling tick of a resting bike. I have gotten somewhere - away, not gone, and for the first time I have truly been there. I have discovered a few new places on my motorcycle but they are of small significance compared to what I have discovered about familiar places. It's not that you uncover a lot of surprises in the hills of West Virginia, it's just that you meet yourself going back and back again.
Motorcycling has given me a new respect for inconclusiveness, cameras end up in photographs, guns in trophies and airplanes in personal achievements. I don't know where I'll be going with my machine when I next decide to ride. Maybe I'll go somewhere tomorrow and maybe I'll wait til next week. It will be there waiting for me whatever I decide, picking up rust along the way and I will be free to decide when I want to get unpredictable again. Then the word will be out that I'm gone again, but I'll know I'm merely away, visiting places I have been before and thinking it's not all that bad being a senior citizen.
Editor's Note: Landon, of Hot Springs Village, is 80.