Tuesday was a beautiful day... 60's, breezy, and sunny... Perfect weather to saddle up the Valk, and blow away the crap that muddles up the mind, sittin' at a desk most of the day. That's right - a 'Mental Floss Ride'
Like most local rides, I pointed the big black beast towards the west, and twisted da wick...
About 1/2 hour in to my ride, I stopped for a photo op, at 'Monches Pond'... Man, what a difference a few weeks make. Just over a month ago, there was ice on the pond. Two weeks ago, the trees were just starting to show some budding. Now, it's startin' ta look like summer
Almost dumped her, after taking this picture... There is no more than three feet, between the edge of the road, and the water. The ground is very soft, and she spun out to the right, as I tried to get back on the road. Obviously, I made it OK.
Ever since I pulled the cover off, a month or so ago, the Valk has been adorned with all her parts and pieces. But after going over her with a good dose of 'Joe's Juice', to remove the accumulated winter dust, I had the Lady in 'Pseudo Super Valk' mode, having removed the trunk and passenger seat. Having shed a few pounds, she was feeling frisky, and so was I...
So, it was not the fault of the HD rider I came up on, that he was riding an inferior machine. The speed limit on the road I was on (two lane, in the middle of nowhere) varied from 45 - 55 mph. Let's just say I may have been going just a bit faster than the posted limit
I was quickly on the HD's tail, and he was just above the posted limit. I heard his pipes give away the additional throttle he applied, but still, the speed was not what I was looking for... The road was twisty, and marked with a double yellow... I just dropped a gear, and waited for a legal opening... When it came, I swooped in to passing mode, and the 'turd' on the HD cranked it up, as though he didn't want me to pass... Needless to say, he was a speck in the mirror in short order. I love the smell of roast pork in the evening
One of the things I wanted to do this ride, was to stop at 'Mickey's Custard' in a small town, called Hartford WI. I had received a flyer in the mail, a few weeks ago, reminding me about their 'Two Wheel Tuesdays'. Hit it last year, a few times, and it was nice. Small, a dozen bikes or so, but nice. Well, when I arrived, I 'was' TWT... Not one other bike
There was a guy, with a beautiful, fully restored '48 Ford Pickup Truck, so I shot the breeze with him, while I munched a burger.
When finished eating, I took the long way home, and enjoyed a bit more sedate pace... After all, Bambi was every where, and I was in no mood for trying the tactics discussed in Willow's 'Dog' thread
I did have a good sized Coyote dash across the road, in front of me, but nothing to worry about.
All in all, a very nice ride... Clocked in at 86 miles.
Have a great day everyone
Black Dog
