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Always wanted to ride through the desert southwest...yesterday I do that opportunity. Also got to ride through some mountains, along a beautiful ridge line, and through the Phoenix sprawl. All on a rented Harley Street Glide.
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I think I'd like to be riding on a nice warm beach right about now...
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Coffee Stain Motorcycle Drawings by Carter Asmann
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The Guzzi factory's famous wind-tunnel, where the racing dust-bin fairings of the 50's were perfected...still being used in the 1980's. The wind is generated by the engine and propeller from an old Italian transport plane.
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Love beach shots...but I always wonder what damage all that salt water is doing?
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Side-valve Harleys just have a look to them...
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Another reason why I can never be a biker...
because this looks stupid.
I can't be a biker because I don't get sissy-bars.
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This is a breathtakingly beautiful SOHC 750 Cafe!
Oh, if only they all looked this good...
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The Strange Case of the Missing License Plate...
I really can't blame anyone but myself. I got home a couple of weeks back, after riding (a little hooligan-like - I'm sorry to say) and found that my Sportster was missing its license plate. Gone. Vanished.
I retraced some of my 50 mile journey, but it really felt like a forlorn hope...the summer grass alone the roadside is several feet high by this point and the chances of seeing a chunk of metal the size of modestly thin paperback from a moving car were negligible.
I'm not sure exactly what happened, but its pretty clear the whole shebang - plate, bracket, etc - parted company as a complete unit...leaving only two pathetic little holes. Could I have actually just been relying on J-B Weld to hold the thing together? Usually I'm a little more thorough than that...but not, it appears, this time.
I have a new bracket and pieces all ready...and I've bolted/loctited/lock-washered the whole thing to the bike. All that I'm missing is the plate. A new one has been applied for and the state of Wisconsin has promised to send it sometime within the next eight weeks. Meanwhile, the riding season is bleeding away with the calendar...
...and I have no one to blame but myself.
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After a couple of weeks, I checked my bank statement...yup, the State of Wisconsin did cash check number 2018 for $2.00. Then, last night, the mail showed up with my new registration card. It really is happening! Unfortunately, in big print at the bottom of the sheet is the statement that my plate will "follow in 10 to 14 business days"...and if I might be tempted otherwise, "It is illegal to operate vehicles under 8000 lbs in Wisconsin on public roads without a license plate." More waiting.
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Going out with a whimper, rather than a bang...
It looks like the summer riding season is ending in a soggy morass of rain and gloom. What a dreary summer its been.
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Sunday morning. Fog and low clouds. I rode south in search of some sunlight, but gloom prevailed. It feels like fall. A cup of coffee in Wausau...where next? On the leg home, the sun burst through the overcast and lit up the late summer fields. This countryside reminds me of Pennsylvania - rolling farmland, woods, and hills. The corn is head-deep in the fields. I love days when I can just wonder through the world.
The picture was taken at a rest-stop along highway 51. All the rest-stops (or "way-sides," as they call them) around here are on beautiful lakes. Amazing.
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