Sunday, August 19, 2018


While shooting pictures at the Very Boring Rally 4 I spotted a Plastic Jesus on the dash board of a motorcycle. This dude had story to go along with it. Whilst crusing down the highway poor ol' PJ  got a sacred and jumped off the dash board. After an extended search he found his beloved Plastic Jesus beheaded and one arm missing. The head was glued back on and a Lego helmet put on for good measure. The arm was not found and presumed a sacrifice to the highway God's. Oh, and he secured PJ with a tether so could no longer have him self an escape. If you look close there's a little plastic compass mounted next to Plastic Jesus. Apparently for moral purposes.

I spent the next hour walking around the Very Boring Rally 4 singing that Plastic Jesus song while shooting pictures...

 I don't care of it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Sitting on the dash board of my car

Comes in colors pink and pleasent
Glows in the dark cuz it's iridescent
Take him with you when you travel far.

Get your self a sweet Madonna
Dressed in rinestones sitting a pedastel of abalone shells

Going ninety I ain't scary
Cuz I got the Virgin Mary
Assuraning me that I won't go to hell

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Rockers Spring Social

This event kicks ass. Not a lot of baggers. Lots of real motorcycles. No attitudes. Just good times.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

the beginnings...

This site got its start from emails my brother and me use to exchange. Here is one his ride reports from 2007.


Ride report.

There I was looking over the paper stacked on the dining room table, trying to make heads and tails of nasty appraisal reports, when I came across a REI 20% of coupon and my $20 dividend. Cripes the 20% off runs out today. I could sure use new bicycle headlight that mounts to my helmet. That would make for a good excuse to wear the stupid helmet. Lets see $120 minus 20% that's $96 minus $20 that's like close to 70 bucks.  Divorced with no one to bitch at me for buying stuff I hardly need.  Wonder what my pet marv is doing. Mom's day, did that yesterday. Hotter than Hell. The wind is blowin' 40mph. Good day to test run the URAL? I'll have plenty of time to push it home if I start now.

Marv's busy, family stuff. Fill up at SA, I ain't running out this time. Head out on 212. Shit it's windy.  This thing only goes 50. I guess its the Isle of Man route to Bloomington. North on 261 east on County Road 3/34 with the long arc's of the back roads to Young America. North to Baylor Park and around the Lake. County Road 32 to Waconia. North Shore Road around Waconia. Cold on the north side. White caps on the lake. Opening fishing and one boat on the lake. No windsurfers, whats up? Turn to go into St. Boni. Down wind. This thing starts to run like crap. Missing on the right side. It doesn't like being pushed by the wind. As long as its struggling it runs good.  Turn on the back streets of St. Boni towards Halsteads Bay on Minnetonka. I'm wearing the KD's and people keep wavin' an the dork with the sidecar. Cruisin' into Mound on 110, nobody at the beach. I take 125 on to the island and into Navarre. This bike hates lugging in town and fouls a plug. Stop at a church parking lot and swap the plug out. The good thing is everything is easily accessible. No scun up knuckles, even with my old Skidoo tools. Fires right up. Seems to run better at higher r's. County Road 19 into Tonka Bay and Excelsior. Waiting at the light on Highway 7 the thing starts running on the left side again, hardly able to pull away from the light. I open the throttle wide open to try and clean the thing out and starts running on two again. I guess this bike is made for Joey, "wide open and look at me." I run Highway 7 for a couple of miles and turn south on 101 for Excelsior Blvd. South on Shady Oak, under and over the Crosstown to Valley View Drive, Braemar Blvd, Gleason Road, 78th Street, East Bush Lake Road, 84th Street and Bloomington city streets to REI. "Isle of Man". 

Found a head light for $80 bucks. Called Derrick. He had just started the grill in South Mpls. So pick up a steak and head on over. I spent the next hour or so discussing Joey's up coming vasectomy. I guess we are going to have a fund raiser, selling little black ribbons with hammer and anvil charms.

I decided to take Minnehaha Parkway out of the city. I checked the gas and decided to refuel on Cedar Avenue. $12 = 4 gallons = 60 miles = 15 mile per gallon. That's just not right. I coulda taken the motor home. But hey all the black folk had fun wavin' at the dorky white guy on the "old Russian" motorcycle with the sidecar.

I took the parkway to 50th to Interlachen and back to Excelsior Blvd. Rolling past Shady Oak Road I notice traffic slowing down. Suddenly they all stop. I grab all the brake I can. This thing ain't gonna stop. I dive right and figure out the problem. God damn dumb black and white dog is running in circles in the intersection. I rev the engine and get the dogs attention. He runs in front of me and into the ditch. "Loud pipes save lives?". Missed him by that much.

South on 101 into Chanhassen. Back roads to Chaska and Victoria. Got stuck taking a little gravel. That washboard stuff sucks. The dam thing just goes where ever it wants, bounces off the tops and shakes the shit out of ya. All you can do is let off, turn and try again. Couldn't hardly get over 40 on the gravel, it was kinda like skiing with moguls. Just pretend you are in control and wear dark glasses so no one can see your eyes are closed.

I found some more tar and popped out on 212 by Bongards. I had had enough fun for one day and decided to Cannonball home. Wide open. Yep all of 60 mph. But she finally ran smooth and on both cylinders.

No runnin' out of gas no pushin'. Another successful expedition. Next time photos

Monday, September 12, 2016

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Been busy

Note to self... use the pint size bags for a single serving. They even got an app for blogger. 

Friday, October 4, 2013

Got shot on 9-13 at 1st Thursday

G&C shot the Buell. Go to his site and check it out, then buy a sticker or five. The Buell is still for sale. if it dosen't sell soon it may have to be turned into a chopper, or a Grand National... It could be a long cold winter.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Writing Shack of Sigurd F.Olson

One day I was surfing the net and I came across a cool quote.
A new adventure is coming up and I am sure it will be a good one.
One link lead to another and BOOM!

Now to me the quote itself is monumental but after I read the rest of the story I had to go and see the Shack.
January 13th 1982 Sig goes out for a snowshoe and has a fatal heart attack. 
The day of the funeral they went out to his Writing shack to look for something. 
There they found a sheet of paper in his Regal typewriter with the following words. . 
I said to myself... Holy moley ...
I have got to see this place and get me some of his books.
So to make it a special adventure...
 the Sigurd F. Olsen Writing Shack. 

Four short hours of riding later and wallah....
 The famous Regal typewriter of Sigurd F. Olson.

 Fishing creel

 The switch cover.

I got a thing for axes.

 Some of his pipes.

These images were inspired from the Writing Shack Video.

For some reason... 
I did not take a picture of the snowshoes.

One day I will return to 
see the Listening Point...
After I read the book.

Thanks Chuck.