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[revmaaatin]

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote:

> > KLR 250 MINIMALIST ADVENTURE CONTINUES: > > 10 Aug 09. Day 1 > > KLR 250 from Tunkhannock, PA to Wooster, Ohio >439 miles

11 Aug 09. DAY 2 KLR 250 Wooster, Ohio to LaFayette, IN 309 miles -mostly bright clear sky with a second day of relentless headwinds. O745 comes way to early. I don't think there is a spot on my body that has not been to spring-training football practice. And I don't play football. I put on my fresh, clean work pants, clean T-shirt, riding boots and shuffle off to the Belgium-waffle bar that is included in the motel-rent. Lovely. The juice machine does not work. The waffle machine has no instructions. The coffee cup burps on me when I try to put a lid on it. Clean pants, clean white T-shirt with cup coffee staining my shirt and trousers. Off to a rolling good start. The room was clean, the bathroom was exceptionally clean, and the heat/ac was a quiet variety, and not one that rattled your teeth from its noise when it cycled. I hate noise. Focus on the ride: I start the bike, lean it up on the side stand, and dress the chain before putting any luggage back on the bike. I slime into my damp riding gear, (yuck), and load the luggage. Sandi, the night clerk is also the day clerk. ???? She is wearing a odd hat, and-- I asked her if she is a cancer survivor-- The hat is covering her hair loss. She is a 3 time survivor of cancer and was currently in treatment again. "I will not give up!" We talk about 30 minutes: seems more important than logging miles. On to Bucyrus, OH for fuel at 10:51, Van Wert, OH at 12:55 fro fuel/Burger King 13:05 and Marion, IN for fuel at 15:08. Much of the road is the same. Pleasant paved roads, lined like Corn Canyons filled with the smell of hog manure. As a kid I raised confinement hogs and would be desperate to do so again. There is absolutely no mistaking the smell of confinement hogs . All across IN into IOWA, will be much the same Corn Canyons filled with the smell of confinement hog manure. There has to be a cure for that odor. Makes a man want to eat beef. or Brussel Sprouts. At the Marion fuel stop, fellow companion-rider and poster, John Sadowski aka klrbugeater, calls on the phone reveling in the proxy-adventure of riding cross-country to places he has not been. "WHAT are you doing answering the phone on the bike!" Well, I am flushing the chain. Another guy at the pump offered this about what was coming off the chain "That does not look good." Actually, it is a good thing! John and I rode the GDR together in '08, and visited Nicaragua last May for a mission trip. His phone call is appreciated as we laugh about the gunk that I am cleaning from my PA born bike. Coal dust is still being spit off/flushed from the chain some 900 miles after I have left PA. The WD-40 is doing what it is supposed to be doing--flushing the chain. This day- Several closed roads that want to take me places that I do not want to go are offered several times this day. The GPS is great! showing that there are lots of farm to market roads that allow you to pick a parallel road to your route and keep going. Usually. Some don't go where you hope. Shrug. Adjust and keep moving. Some gravel, mostly small paved and numbered roads through Ohio and IN. All cloaked in hog scents. Not 100% of the time, but often. I arrive in LaFayette, IN about 18:30 and catch up with a friend (Mike) I met while living in Va Beach, VA. He was a grad student, and I was flying Navy Helo's, living in the same apartment complex. He is now an attorney, and I, well I ride KLR's and listen to people's stories among other things. We have kept near constant contact for that past 18 years. Love to have friends like that. I will stay with Mike tonight, do an oil change, hit Outback Steakhouse, meet his brother Kent and Mike's fianc Sept 12 is their wedding date. I listen to their stories and wish them well on their future and their plans. Coming back from dinner, and time to complete the oil change. Before we went to dinner, I had noticed that the exhaust pipe is `wet' just above the oil fill. Follow the drip trail to the tank. I wipe down the tank and discover a fuel leak/pinhole in the outside, aft right tank wall where a faulty seam-weld has corroded. You can actually see a C shaped mark where the weld/slag was not done properly after the paint was sanded down to bare metal. I confer with Jeff Saline, that I am on the right track with JB Weld-Quick, and do a small repair after obtaining fresh JB weld at WM. All materials in place, I remove the tank, sand the spot and apply the fix. I had JB weld with me, last years JB weld that had been used once before: it was a mess. Nothing a trip to WM won't fix if you have a WM close by when you need one. That might have been a wreck if it happened somewhere else. Note to self: if your JB weld was opened last year don't depend in it this year. I first mixed up the old, and it just did not seem to have the right texture then broke out the new stuff for the repair. Worked 4.0! After I applied the JB weld, I turned in for the night. Short easy ride tomorrow. 232 miles to Rockford IL and see my friend Bruce. Easy. Yeah. It's all easy don't we wish. revmaaatin.

[revmaaatin]

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote:

> > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > > > 10 Aug 09. Day 1 > > KLR 250 from Tunkhannock, PA to Wooster, Ohio > >439 miles > > 11 Aug 09. DAY 2 > KLR 250 Wooster, Ohio to LaFayette, IN > 309 miles >

KLR 250 MINIMALIST ADVENTURE CONTINUES: 12 Aug 09. DAY 3 KLR 250 LaFayette, IN to Rockford, IL 232 miles Up at 0700. No real need as the mileage estimate to Rockford is ~220 miles. However, the bike is not put together/road-ready, and who knows what you might discover. Like, after installing the gas tank, the gas line wants to leak gas a lot, the clamps will not tighten tight enough, and that a safety wire `clamp' I manufactured won't tighten down enough either. Like, the first trip to the auto parts store for replacement gas line is very stiff, and won't interface/bend enough to fit properly with a fuel filter and not leak at the joints. (no, I didn't buy any clamps not sure that it would have mattered.) Safety wire won't work on this lash-up as a clamp either. Like, you have to make a second trip to the motorcycle shop to get another set of fuel lines and a fresh filter to try a second time. This stuff is `clear-blue' and once you have it on the nipple, you have to use a knife to dissect to remove it. No clamps needed. How do I know? I tested the fit on the fuel line w/ a filter at the shop, and had to use a knife to remove it. The good news: the JB Weld-Quick is holding like a champ. The repair looks like a smudge of dirt and is hardly noticeable. I am dependent upon others for a ride, so it is not an immediate, discover, run to the parts store. Shrug. It is all good. Just that we are--- Burning daylight, again. Now, Back at Mikes: It must be after 11:00 now. Checked the fuel flow on the filter, 2x, and then still installed it backwards nothing that a razor knife won't cure. And I have 4X as much fuel line that I should need. After correct alignment of the fuel filter, proper length of hose and placing the hose in near boiling water to soften the ends, I am installed, and the radiator overflow bottle is re-installed for the 4x time this morning. The fuel hose rest against the overflow bottle an puts pressure on the fuel line causing the old line to weep/leak at the joints. While at Mr. Matt's doing the valve adjustment, I thought of replacing the fuel line the original fuel line I am sure--but it was working, it was not `broke', don't mess with it. Removing the gas tank for the fuel leak now it is broke. I should take a moment here and comment on the fuel filter: the bike is a cream-puff all but the inside of the tank and it has some `problems' with corrosion due to sitting for long periods of time. Presently, a fuel filter is enough to overcome any chances of a flake going down range and maybe the petcock screen will be enough. I am a long way from home and I don't want to take a chance so the filter is `necessary' at the very least. I am blessed many times in my riding I have problems like others, but more often than not, it occurs in a nice, safe, place where I can obtain help. Today is no exception I have a nice clean garage and enough tools to do the repair. All I need is patience to wait for a ride, and obtain the parts I need. It all falls into place I finally depart Mike's at 13:15EDST. I will gain an hour at the state line and lose most of it to road construction/detours. Going West out of LaFayette on US#52, the stimulus money is out building roads or at least it is repaving them. Unfortunately, many comments heard by the locals is repeated several times during this trip "We are not sure why they are re-paving that road, right now." Constant detours and road construction pushes me to gravel roads for 10/20 miles at a time. There is even pipeline construction that causes detours And transmission lines for wind towers are lying on the road "at least 30-60m delay" leads to a GARMIN search for a way around the delay. To hot to just sit on the side of the road in ATGATT for any length of time. More Corn Canyon roads and confinement hog smells. Miles and miles of beautiful farms in full production. Yard art made of odd machinery parts dot the landscape and give a moment of laughter to see what they have constructed out of `junk'. Must have been a cold winter . Wheat harvest is still in progress for many, as the spring wheat has been slow to ripen this year. Fuel: Fowler, IN at 14:04 Earlsville, IN at 15:26 Earlsville there is a name a guy could love-- was not on the original route. What started out as clearly marked/highlighted lines on my paper map, has some serious divergences due to the road constructions. Shrug. Go West, till you need to go North. I finally intersect IL 251 going and motor North into the Rockford, IL area. I pass the airport and on the flight line I see two T-34's, a T-28, and a DC-3 all available for the public to rent. I believe there is supposed to be a P-51 Mustang in the hanger but it is late and the hanger doors are all closed. I arrive at my friends house ~18:45. "Let's go eat!" Do I shower first? "Nope--" "Let the waitress guess if it is you or it is me that smells like a factory!" Bruce is a bolt and screw manufacturer and the things he manufactures are incredibly precise. He also has a separate business that repair `screw-machines' that included building a new crankshaft for one machine out of a #1200 block of steel. Just incredible. He is scrambling to keep his folks at 40 hour production (=5/8's) for his 84 workers, but that is down from 5/12's and a half day on Saturday. I listen to his story how he knows and calls each person by name, everyday, both shifts. He knows most of their wife's names, and the names of their children I know this is true, because I have followed him around, today, and on other days as well: Every person, every shift is spoken to by `the boss'. He empowers his people to excellence and the product and production reflect it top to bottom. What an amazing man, and business. Yet, difficult to fight an ailing economy. His most important focus is to keep every person covered with health care. He recalls the medical bills of one workers child that will be catastrophic if he looses coverage. We could all wish to have a boss like Bruce. "They are not my workers they are my family." It produces some interesting internal dynamics he has only had 3 people quit in 19 years. He dresses up like every other worker in the plant: a blue shirt with his name "Bruce" and the company name, plus the blue work pants. He can set up, operate, and trouble shoot every machine on the production floor. Maybe not as fast as the regular operators--but he can do it. Yet, he does not change his own oil.... His only fault he likes the HD. Well, he is nearly perfect. In his defense, riding my KLR 650 last year, it looked like a Vespa scooter under him. At 6'4", 320#, a KLR is just a tad small. At least mine was equipped for a 180# rider. Many of his workers are also inflicted by the HD virus as well, and he brings both the night shift riders and tomorrow, he will bring the day riders to see the tiny 250cc dual sport that is going way across the country. I can read it in their faces: some of these are folks that would hardly think of riding out of town though Bruce did ride to Bristol, TN for NASCAR with one other worker so he is a rider, and not a poser. It has not been a high-mileage day, but it has had its challenges, nonetheless. What an amazing country we live in. Get up and go see some of it. Pick the road less traveled you might see some amusing yard art! I feel like I have had another day of football practice I will sleep well tonight. Tomorrow will be a long day-- revmaaatin.

[revmaaatin]

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: KLR 250 MINIMALIST ADVENTURE CONTINUES: > > > 10 Aug 09. Day 1 > > > KLR 250 from Tunkhannock, PA to Wooster, Ohio > > >439 miles > > > > 11 Aug 09. DAY 2 > > KLR 250 Wooster, Ohio to LaFayette, IN > > 309 miles > > > 12 Aug 09. DAY 3 > KLR 250 LaFayette, IN to Rockford, IL > 232 miles > 13 Aug 09. DAY 4 KLR 250 Rockford, IL to Sioux City, IA 445 miles Up at 07:00 and the bike is loaded by 08:00. Bruce comes over from the factory his house is conveniently located between the two `plants' and we do our farewells. He drags along a couple of his day shift guys to see the tiny dual sport and the rev's traveling show. I am rolling by 08:15. I am guessing it will take at least 12 hours to cross IL and IA. The bike is in the groove, and all things are working as they should; I am sore all over and have 100% smiles. This has been great! Almost to much fun to be doing it alone--yet, it has it advantages. Want to stop? Stop. Want to rest? Rest. Want to read a road sign-history? Read as long as you want--or not. Camp/hotel? Sleep as long as you want. Yet, wouldn't it be fun to share with someone else as well.... It is why I bought this bike: to compliment the KLR 650 and give my soon to be licensed son a transition bike between his TTR225 and the KLR 650. The KLR 250 will do EVERYTHING that we need it to. Plenty of smiles for the buck. I circumnavigate the RFD airport, cross the Rock River and head West on IL#2--adjacent to the UPS terminal. A lot of parking places here at the airport just for UPS workers. Turning SW, I hit the speed limit of 55 mph and head towards Byron. A car is following me I give it ample opportunity to pass but it chooses not too. It is uncomfortable close. In retrospect--I should have just pulled over and stopped. We enter Byron, I keep my speed up to the max allowed/posted speed. As I glance to my left as we are approaching a stop light, this car that has been following me, passes me on the right, in a right hand turn lane. I freak out. The car stops at the light, I pull up to the drivers window and lay on the horn. Squeak. Squeak. Says my horn-- I raise my SyMax helmet and yell at him "Hey how about being considerate of MY safety!" He ignores me. The woman in the right seat, ignores me. They are to busy talking on their cell phone. I just love being ignored. Especially by someone that thinks themselves on a higher plain. Just as well he did not roll down his window--I might have abandoned my 'collar' for the moment. For what? To be 6 feet closer at the next stop light? The light changes, I give them plenty of space and follow them out of town grateful that they continue South when I turn Westward on IL#72. Afterward, I thought of taking his picture and posting it here, but the camera is a manual disposable, difficult to operate on the bike, and it is in the tank bag; and the risk/gain ratio was way out of proportion. Fortunately, this is the only real scare I will have on the bike, the entire trip. I cross the Mississippi River at Savannah, IL. If you have not crossed a steel grate bridge, you are really missing an experience and you can get that experience here! It is only more challenging if the steel is wet. Today was really special: you had to come to a complete stop, then change lanes in the middle of the bridge as the bridge inspectors had a detour in the middle of the bridge. Bruce tells me that some of his HD friends absolutely refuse to cross that bridge--so much so, refuse to ride with him if is going to cross at Savanah. shrugh. At least they recognize their limitations. And that is a good thing. Nothing special to note the rest of the day more detours, more gravel roads, more washed out bridges. Some of the detours are washed out bridges lots of rain in the center states and lots of repairs afterwards. I had optimistically hoped to arrive in Sioux City by 18:00 the fatigue/prickly heat is resting heavily on me, the slow speed and the detours are all taking their toll on `forward progress'. Earlier, I mentioned that the klrbugeater called, but it was actually today not that it matters much. 16:09 according to the phone log and I was buying gas. When John calls, I have only traveled 38 miles since the last 'stop'. Progress forward is a little slower than expected. One intersting event did happen-- Earlier in the day, I did have an encounter with a 60's hippie-chick - I was sitting at an Iowa county road intersection doing a map study. The lettered county roads I had picked did not have the fuel in the small towns that I expected and I was down to ~40 miles of gas. "Let me help you." OK maybe. Tall, skinny, long blond hair (dyed--I am sure) flowing flower dress and 60's aviator sun glasses (they might have been those feminist 60's glasses--shrug.) "Where are you going?" Why are you stopped?" Why would you pick that road--it really is none of my business?" Yes, you are right--and you would not understand.... "Well, there IS fuel in the town you just passed through you have to look for it." I had already decided on a course of action prior to her stopping, but was curious as to what she might tell me "Just go back 5 miles and get gas!" Smile. No. Wrong direction I still have 40 miles of gas. More pleasant exchanges about `why would you pick THAT road.' I ask, Are you a school teacher "No, I am a social worker." Imagine my surprise-- I announce, I know what to do, and start the bike. "Would you like to come home for taco's?" I raise my eyebrows and she adds, "My husband will be there as well." Ah, no. Sioux City is a long ways to go "We even invited the shoe salesman home!" Yeah, I am sure you did. (Did he leave alive?) I am not THAT curious anymore-- Nice hippie lady I got to keep moving thanks for stopping. And away I go finding fuel in about 20 miles. The Lake City, IA BP sign says: pay at the pump. Really? How do you do that without a card-scan-reader-- I lift the handle and the pump resets to zero, and I buy my 1.364g of fuel. Had more than 40 miles. But better safe than sorry. I go inside and kibitz with the clerk--"trick card scanner?", when it says pay at the pump. He laughs. No. You come inside and buy 'more' than just gas. One sign, fits all gas pumps--even if you don't have a card scanner. At this gas stop, there is a 3-year old buckaroo in shorts and cowboy boots weaseling his dad for a 'pop'. Cute weasel. He really wanted me to see his boots so I stopped and admired his footwear. He was not the least bit shy about talking to me in my Darth Vader ATGATT costume, not at all. Small kids and dogs: they know if you like them. He is cute as a button. or weasel. I button up and reset the bike to go West-- An interesting point about Iowa was that their county farm-to-market roads that are just a gray line on the map are CONCRETE. Unbelievable. Some senator really got the funding right on that one concrete, farm-to-market roads. Darkness is approaching, and the very (most-est) road that I wanted to ride in the daylight, for the entire trip-- The Loess Hills scenic byway (sic), is going to be ridden in the dark. Double dangerous curves and deer. Lovely. And then, before the Loess byway starts--another road closure. The Loess hills are out of bounds for some reason. But, this is a KLR, so I go a couple of miles N, tune in the Garmin and start on an intercept to the Loess Hills by ways. After about 20 miles of gravel in the failing light of dusk, I re-enter the highway at the very point the road is REALLY closed for a bridge repair. Sigh. Go further South and intercept #992 at Smithfield and toddle into Sioux City, arriving at 21:15. Only one hour over the estimate. Not a race, but there are some goals to make. I have a Saturday date with a 18 y/o dunn quarter horse, and it looks like I am on schedule to make that connection. Quarter horses: the original KLR. And if you get desperate, you can eat this one for sure. My cousins are expecting me, and as usual, are wonderful host. I recount the day, and my cousin's wife really raised her eyebrow when I told her about the hippie chick and the invitation for taco dinner. And that is all I am going to say about that. In bed by 23:10. I estimate there is some ~300 more miles to go. I hope to be home tomorrow by 17:00. revmaaatin.

[Mike Frey]

Mr Matt in Mountaintop, PA? If so, aww crap... I was only 10 miles from there on the weekend you were in PA. On the KLR, even. I was back up in the same area this past weekend, but this time it was a group ride, I was on my ZRX. Mike revmaaatin wrote:

> > > While at Mr. Matt's doing the valve adjustment > >

[revmaaatin]

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote:

> > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > KLR 250 MINIMALIST ADVENTURE CONTINUES: > > > > > 10 Aug 09. Day 1 > > > > KLR 250 from Tunkhannock, PA to Wooster, Ohio > > > >439 miles > > > > > > 11 Aug 09. DAY 2 > > > KLR 250 Wooster, Ohio to LaFayette, IN > > > 309 miles > > > > > 12 Aug 09. DAY 3 > > KLR 250 LaFayette, IN to Rockford, IL > > 232 miles > > > > 13 Aug 09. DAY 4 > KLR 250 Rockford, IL to Sioux City, IA > 445 miles >

14 Aug 09. DAY 5 KLR 250 Sioux City, IA to Highmore, SD 304 miles Same song, vs. 5. Up at 7, sort the `cleaned' clothes from the dryer, and load the mule. Coffee and toast with my cousins and point the bike West. I have elected to cross into Nebraska on US#20, North West on NE#12 Cross into South Dakota on SD#19 to visit a pastor friend in Vermillion Brooke is out doing good moving someone from their home, etc and then teaching a class in less than 20 minutes. I point the bike West on US#50 towards Yankton for coffee and a sandwich. The Burger King receipt says 10:52 and my butt hurts from the 4 days of the pinched, riding position. Not to mention the KLR650 like seat that is on this 250. The sheep skin pad is a help, whoa what would it have been like with out one. I see Jeff K. of CA is giving wild reviews of the WM pad and on that note, I will buy one Back at the Burger King-- The older ladies ahead of me in line, are very specific in what they want on their $1 value burger VERY specific. I smile. Two friends, late in life their remaining life perhaps measured in days or weeks continue to help one another, even through the difficult, and confusing process of ordering a `custom' hamburger. With drinks. The one lady is capable of carrying the tray, food, cups; the other is not. The lady with the tray trundles off to the fountain Lady #2: "Where are our drink cups?" The hostess-perplexed- immediately produces two more cups which lady #2 says to lady #1, "I got the cups" which confuses lady #1. Lady #1 fills her original cups while Lady #2 watches wondering why her friend is filling cups with drink . Not to be out done lady #2 fills her cups with ice, drink and then-- Calls for back-up, "Come help me with these drinks!" The beauty of a small town every one watches, nods, and helps when they can. I believe these two ladies had more than enough to drink! I down my burger, and take a picture of the bike Donning my costume I am approached by ADV rider revvingkevin (I hope that is spelled right) and says "That's a 250! Where are you headed?" Not the right question Kevin I am nearly home better said, "where have you been?" ~1500 miles in 4 days WHAT! The look on his face: priceless. He has an 05' KLR650, as well as a 1150GS. Thanks Kevin for stopping and talking. Westward out of Yankton, on Highway 50 along the Missouri River. Up the bluffs and into the prairie it looks like home! Almost, except, home is still 6 hours away. Westward through Tyndall, Avon, Dante and Wagner. Stop for gas in Platte, crossing the Missouri River again on SD#44. For 4 days I have been struggling with a head wind/ or severe cross wind component and now, finally, I turn N with a tail wind. I join SD#47 and turn Northward, cutting through the high buttes of Gregory County. It is the stuff of `cowboy movies', and I am the primary character. Yikes! I can hear my bike! It is really got a lot of engine noise when you have a 20 mph tail wind. (Yeah, I know. Its always there, you just can't hear it.) Crossing the White River into Lyman County the river is swollen quite full from the unusual summer rains; and the silt makes the river look white. Every time I cross this river on the highway, I ponder the difficulty it would have been to swim a horse across, let alone, a covered wagon. Cut down trees, fill in the river and drag the wagon across before the rising water washes out the trees you used to fill the `creek'. Amazing stuff these early pioneers accomplished. Stop for fuel in Reliance, SD and kibitz with some Native Americans that are sporting a USMC sticker. U-Rah! U-Rah back to you as well! I buy a cold GatorAid and learn about the latest happening in the area. Less than a week ago, a high school boy called his girl friend on the phone ~2200; "I hit a deer all is well." At 0200, he hits a horse. This one, he does not survive. Nothing good happens after midnight . I am now

[Jud Jones]

Well done, Rev, and well told.

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > > > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > > > KLR 250 MINIMALIST ADVENTURE CONTINUES: > > > > > > > 10 Aug 09. Day 1 > > > > > KLR 250 from Tunkhannock, PA to Wooster, Ohio > > > > >439 miles > > > > > > > > 11 Aug 09. DAY 2 > > > > KLR 250 Wooster, Ohio to LaFayette, IN > > > > 309 miles > > > > > > > 12 Aug 09. DAY 3 > > > KLR 250 LaFayette, IN to Rockford, IL > > > 232 miles > > > > > > > 13 Aug 09. DAY 4 > > KLR 250 Rockford, IL to Sioux City, IA > > 445 miles > > > > 14 Aug 09. DAY 5 > KLR 250 Sioux City, IA to Highmore, SD > 304 miles > > Same song, vs. 5. > > Up at 7, sort the `cleaned' clothes from the dryer, and load the mule. > Coffee and toast with my cousins and point the bike West. > > I have elected to cross into Nebraska on US#20, > North West on NE#12 > Cross into South Dakota on SD#19 to visit a pastor friend in Vermillion > Brooke is out doing good moving someone from their home, etc and then teaching a class in less than 20 minutes. > > I point the bike West on US#50 towards Yankton for coffee and a sandwich. The Burger King receipt says 10:52 and my butt hurts from the 4 days of the pinched, riding position. Not to mention the KLR650 like seat that is on this 250. The sheep skin pad is a help, whoa what would it have been like with out one. I see Jeff K. of CA is giving wild reviews of the WM pad and on that note, I will buy one > > Back at the Burger King-- > The older ladies ahead of me in line, are very specific in what they want on their $1 value burger VERY specific. > I smile. > Two friends, late in life their remaining life perhaps measured in days or weeks continue to help one another, even through the difficult, and confusing process of ordering a `custom' hamburger. With drinks. > > The one lady is capable of carrying the tray, food, cups; the other is not. > The lady with the tray trundles off to the fountain > Lady #2: "Where are our drink cups?" > The hostess-perplexed- immediately produces two more cups which lady #2 says to lady #1, "I got the cups" which confuses lady #1. > Lady #1 fills her original cups while Lady #2 watches wondering why her friend is filling cups with drink . > Not to be out done lady #2 fills her cups with ice, drink and then-- > Calls for back-up, "Come help me with these drinks!" > The beauty of a small town every one watches, nods, and helps when they can. > I believe these two ladies had more than enough to drink! > > I down my burger, and take a picture of the bike > Donning my costume I am approached by ADV rider revvingkevin (I hope that is spelled right) and says "That's a 250! Where are you headed?" > > Not the right question Kevin I am nearly home better said, "where have you been?" > ~1500 miles in 4 days > WHAT! > The look on his face: priceless. > He has an 05' KLR650, as well as a 1150GS. > Thanks Kevin for stopping and talking. > > Westward out of Yankton, on Highway 50 along the Missouri River. > Up the bluffs and into the prairie it looks like home! > Almost, except, home is still 6 hours away. > > Westward through Tyndall, Avon, Dante and Wagner. > Stop for gas in Platte, crossing the Missouri River again on SD#44. > For 4 days I have been struggling with a head wind/ or severe cross wind component and now, finally, I turn N with a tail wind. > > I join SD#47 and turn Northward, cutting through the high buttes of Gregory County. It is the stuff of `cowboy movies', and I am the primary character. > > Yikes! I can hear my bike! It is really got a lot of engine noise when you have a 20 mph tail wind. (Yeah, I know. Its always there, you just can't hear it.) > > Crossing the White River into Lyman County the river is swollen quite full from the unusual summer rains; and the silt makes the river look white. Every time I cross this river on the highway, I ponder the difficulty it would have been to swim a horse across, let alone, a covered wagon. Cut down trees, fill in the river and drag the wagon across before the rising water washes out the trees you used to fill the `creek'. Amazing stuff these early pioneers accomplished. > > Stop for fuel in Reliance, SD and kibitz with some Native Americans that are sporting a USMC sticker. > U-Rah! > U-Rah back to you as well! > > I buy a cold GatorAid and learn about the latest happening in the area. > Less than a week ago, a high school boy called his girl friend on the phone ~2200; > "I hit a deer all is well." > At 0200, he hits a horse. > This one, he does not survive. > > Nothing good happens after midnight . > > I am now I do. Arriving at 17:10. 10 minutes later than the estimate made at 09:00 that morning. > Thunder Heads are building North of town and the tailwind is now a headwind if I were still traveling. The last four days, only a tetch of sprinkle, but the first day of rain, more than averaged out the rest! It will rain hard, very hard in the next two hours, and I am glad to be out of the wet. > > Good to be home. > Very good indeed. > > 1729 gps miles > 1733 odo miles > PA, OH, IN, IL, IN, IA, NE, SD > > How would you do it? > You could `mapquest' the 1450 miles in a cage-- > Or you could 1729 miles on a KLR > > Is that really a question? > > > revmaaatin. >

[Russell Scott]

His sermon on his mount. R

----- Original Message ----- From: Jud Jones To: DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com Sent: Tuesday, August 18, 2009 1:19 PM Subject: [DSN_KLR650] Re: KLR 250 minimalist adventure Well done, Rev, and well told. --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > > > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > > > KLR 250 MINIMALIST ADVENTURE CONTINUES: > > > > > > > 10 Aug 09. Day 1 > > > > > KLR 250 from Tunkhannock, PA to Wooster, Ohio > > > > >439 miles > > > > > > > > 11 Aug 09. DAY 2 > > > > KLR 250 Wooster, Ohio to LaFayette, IN > > > > 309 miles > > > > > > > 12 Aug 09. DAY 3 > > > KLR 250 LaFayette, IN to Rockford, IL > > > 232 miles > > > > > > > 13 Aug 09. DAY 4 > > KLR 250 Rockford, IL to Sioux City, IA > > 445 miles > > > > 14 Aug 09. DAY 5 > KLR 250 Sioux City, IA to Highmore, SD > 304 miles > > Same song, vs. 5. > > Up at 7, sort the `cleaned' clothes from the dryer, and load the mule. > Coffee and toast with my cousins and point the bike West. > > I have elected to cross into Nebraska on US#20, > North West on NE#12 > Cross into South Dakota on SD#19 to visit a pastor friend in Vermillion- > Brooke is out doing good-moving someone from their home, etc and then teaching a class in less than 20 minutes. > > I point the bike West on US#50 towards Yankton for coffee and a sandwich. The Burger King receipt says 10:52-and my butt hurts from the 4 days of the pinched, riding position. Not to mention the KLR650 like seat that is on this 250. The sheep skin pad is a help, whoa-what would it have been like with out one. I see Jeff K. of CA is giving wild reviews of the WM pad-and on that note, I will buy one > > Back at the Burger King-- > The older ladies ahead of me in line, are very specific in what they want on their $1 value burger-VERY specific. > I smile. > Two friends, late in life-their remaining life perhaps measured in days or weeks-continue to help one another, even through the difficult, and confusing process of ordering a `custom' hamburger. With drinks. > > The one lady is capable of carrying the tray, food, cups; the other is not. > The lady with the tray trundles off to the fountain- > Lady #2: "Where are our drink cups?" > The hostess-perplexed- immediately produces two more cups-which lady #2 says to lady #1, "I got the cups" which confuses lady #1. > Lady #1 fills her original cups while Lady #2 watches-wondering why her friend is filling cups with drink.. > Not to be out done-lady #2 fills her cups with ice, drink and then-- > Calls for back-up, "Come help me with these drinks!" > The beauty of a small town-every one watches, nods, and helps when they can. > I believe these two ladies had more than enough to drink! > > I down my burger, and take a picture of the bike- > Donning my costume-I am approached by ADV rider revvingkevin (I hope that is spelled right) and says-"That's a 250! Where are you headed?" > > Not the right question Kevin-I am nearly home-better said, "where have you been?" > ~1500 miles in 4 days > WHAT! > The look on his face: priceless. > He has an 05' KLR650, as well as a 1150GS. > Thanks Kevin for stopping and talking. > > Westward out of Yankton, on Highway 50 along the Missouri River. > Up the bluffs and into the prairie-it looks like home! > Almost, except, home is still 6 hours away. > > Westward through Tyndall, Avon, Dante and Wagner. > Stop for gas in Platte, crossing the Missouri River again on SD#44. > For 4 days I have been struggling with a head wind/ or severe cross wind component-and now, finally, I turn N with a tail wind. > > I join SD#47 and turn Northward, cutting through the high buttes of Gregory County. It is the stuff of `cowboy movies', and I am the primary character. > > Yikes! I can hear my bike! It is really got a lot of engine noise when you have a 20 mph tail wind. (Yeah, I know. Its always there, you just can't hear it.) > > Crossing the White River into Lyman County-the river is swollen quite full from the unusual summer rains; and the silt makes the river look white. Every time I cross this river on the highway, I ponder the difficulty it would have been to swim a horse across, let alone, a covered wagon. Cut down trees, fill in the river and drag the wagon across before the rising water washes out the trees you used to fill the `creek'. Amazing stuff these early pioneers accomplished. > > Stop for fuel in Reliance, SD and kibitz with some Native Americans that are sporting a USMC sticker. > U-Rah! > U-Rah back to you as well! > > I buy a cold GatorAid and learn about the latest happening in the area. > Less than a week ago, a high school boy called his girl friend on the phone ~2200; > "I hit a deer-all is well." > At 0200, he hits a horse. > This one, he does not survive. > > Nothing good happens after midnight.. > > I am now I do. Arriving at 17:10. 10 minutes later than the estimate made at 09:00 that morning. > Thunder Heads are building North of town-and the tailwind is now a headwind-if I were still traveling. The last four days, only a tetch of sprinkle, but the first day of rain, more than averaged out the rest! It will rain hard, very hard in the next two hours, and I am glad to be out of the wet. > > Good to be home. > Very good indeed. > > 1729 gps miles > 1733 odo miles > PA, OH, IN, IL, IN, IA, NE, SD > > How would you do it? > You could `mapquest' the 1450 miles in a cage-- > Or you could 1729 miles on a KLR- > > Is that really a question? > > > revmaaatin. > [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[Rick McCauley]

Good one ! Rick A17

--- On Tue, 8/18/09, Russell Scott wrote: From: Russell Scott Subject: Re: [DSN_KLR650] Re: KLR 250 minimalist adventure To: "KLRistas" DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com> Date: Tuesday, August 18, 2009, 4:09 PM His sermon on his mount. R ----- Original Message ----- From: Jud Jones To: DSN_KLR650@yahoogro ups.com Sent: Tuesday, August 18, 2009 1:19 PM Subject: [DSN_KLR650] Re: KLR 250 minimalist adventure Well done, Rev, and well told. --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogro ups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogro ups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > > > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogro ups.com, "revmaaatin" wrote: > > > > KLR 250 MINIMALIST ADVENTURE CONTINUES: > > > > > > > 10 Aug 09. Day 1 > > > > > KLR 250 from Tunkhannock, PA to Wooster, Ohio > > > > >439 miles > > > > > > > > 11 Aug 09. DAY 2 > > > > KLR 250 Wooster, Ohio to LaFayette, IN > > > > 309 miles > > > > > > > 12 Aug 09. DAY 3 > > > KLR 250 LaFayette, IN to Rockford, IL > > > 232 miles > > > > > > > 13 Aug 09. DAY 4 > > KLR 250 Rockford, IL to Sioux City, IA > > 445 miles > > > > 14 Aug 09. DAY 5 > KLR 250 Sioux City, IA to Highmore, SD > 304 miles > > Same song, vs. 5. > > Up at 7, sort the `cleaned' clothes from the dryer, and load the mule. > Coffee and toast with my cousins and point the bike West. > > I have elected to cross into Nebraska on US#20, > North West on NE#12 > Cross into South Dakota on SD#19 to visit a pastor friend in Vermillion- > Brooke is out doing good-moving someone from their home, etc and then teaching a class in less than 20 minutes. > > I point the bike West on US#50 towards Yankton for coffee and a sandwich. The Burger King receipt says 10:52-and my butt hurts from the 4 days of the pinched, riding position. Not to mention the KLR650 like seat that is on this 250. The sheep skin pad is a help, whoa-what would it have been like with out one. I see Jeff K. of CA is giving wild reviews of the WM pad-and on that note, I will buy one > > Back at the Burger King-- > The older ladies ahead of me in line, are very specific in what they want on their $1 value burger-VERY specific. > I smile. > Two friends, late in life-their remaining life perhaps measured in days or weeks-continue to help one another, even through the difficult, and confusing process of ordering a `custom' hamburger. With drinks. > > The one lady is capable of carrying the tray, food, cups; the other is not. > The lady with the tray trundles off to the fountain- > Lady #2: "Where are our drink cups?" > The hostess-perplexed- immediately produces two more cups-which lady #2 says to lady #1, "I got the cups" which confuses lady #1. > Lady #1 fills her original cups while Lady #2 watches-wondering why her friend is filling cups with drink.. > Not to be out done-lady #2 fills her cups with ice, drink and then-- > Calls for back-up, "Come help me with these drinks!" > The beauty of a small town-every one watches, nods, and helps when they can. > I believe these two ladies had more than enough to drink! > > I down my burger, and take a picture of the bike- > Donning my costume-I am approached by ADV rider revvingkevin (I hope that is spelled right) and says-"That's a 250! Where are you headed?" > > Not the right question Kevin-I am nearly home-better said, "where have you been?" > ~1500 miles in 4 days > WHAT! > The look on his face: priceless. > He has an 05' KLR650, as well as a 1150GS. > Thanks Kevin for stopping and talking. > > Westward out of Yankton, on Highway 50 along the Missouri River. > Up the bluffs and into the prairie-it looks like home! > Almost, except, home is still 6 hours away. > > Westward through Tyndall, Avon, Dante and Wagner. > Stop for gas in Platte, crossing the Missouri River again on SD#44. > For 4 days I have been struggling with a head wind/ or severe cross wind component-and now, finally, I turn N with a tail wind. > > I join SD#47 and turn Northward, cutting through the high buttes of Gregory County. It is the stuff of `cowboy movies', and I am the primary character. > > Yikes! I can hear my bike! It is really got a lot of engine noise when you have a 20 mph tail wind. (Yeah, I know. Its always there, you just can't hear it.) > > Crossing the White River into Lyman County-the river is swollen quite full from the unusual summer rains; and the silt makes the river look white. Every time I cross this river on the highway, I ponder the difficulty it would have been to swim a horse across, let alone, a covered wagon. Cut down trees, fill in the river and drag the wagon across before the rising water washes out the trees you used to fill the `creek'. Amazing stuff these early pioneers accomplished. > > Stop for fuel in Reliance, SD and kibitz with some Native Americans that are sporting a USMC sticker. > U-Rah! > U-Rah back to you as well! > > I buy a cold GatorAid and learn about the latest happening in the area. > Less than a week ago, a high school boy called his girl friend on the phone ~2200; > "I hit a deer-all is well." > At 0200, he hits a horse. > This one, he does not survive. > > Nothing good happens after midnight.. > > I am now I do. Arriving at 17:10. 10 minutes later than the estimate made at 09:00 that morning. > Thunder Heads are building North of town-and the tailwind is now a headwind-if I were still traveling. The last four days, only a tetch of sprinkle, but the first day of rain, more than averaged out the rest! It will rain hard, very hard in the next two hours, and I am glad to be out of the wet. > > Good to be home. > Very good indeed. > > 1729 gps miles > 1733 odo miles > PA, OH, IN, IL, IN, IA, NE, SD > > How would you do it? > You could `mapquest' the 1450 miles in a cage-- > Or you could 1729 miles on a KLR- > > Is that really a question? > > > revmaaatin. > [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[albatrossklr]

Well told Rev, My favorite question to ask people after great adventures is "What did you learn?" So Rev, What did you learn? albatross who will soon ride the wind in another land

> Good to be home. > Very good indeed. > > 1729 gps miles > 1733 odo miles > PA, OH, IN, IL, IN, IA, NE, SD > > How would you do it? > You could `mapquest' the 1450 miles in a cage-- > Or you could 1729 miles on a KLR > > Is that really a question? > > > revmaaatin. >

[Jeff Saline]

On Wed, 19 Aug 2009 16:06:29 -0000 "eddiebmauri" writes:

> OK Ya'll, in Louisiana, we can buy custom/vanity plates for > motorcycles with a limit of 6 letters/numbers. I am thinking of > getting > " 29N90W " on my plate. So, my Pop Quiz Question is, "Is there > anyone out there in KLR land that is confused by what that plate is, > means, stands for? What do you all think? Too lame? Clever? > Confusing? Do you get it? Do you not get it? > > Also, if any of you have a custom/vanity plates, what does it say? > > Eddie (03' KLR "la poderosa")

<><><><><><><> <><><><><><><> Eddie, I'd take that to mean you park in New Orleans. I think lots of folks wouldn't get it. Instead of putting vanity plates on my vehicles I put the money into my shop for tools and supplies. : ) Best, Jeff Saline ABC # 4412 South Dakota Airmarshal Airheads Beemer Club www.airheads.org The Beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota 75 R90/6, 03 KLR650, 79 R100RT . ____________________________________________________________ Scotch Fur Fighter Next Generation of Pet Hair Removal, Get Product Info & See Where to Buy. http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/c?cp=jNS7FE6M53_g3npWmH28jQAAJ1DWfJIDP-R0_NC3mMpGFS0kAAUAAAAAAAAAAIzbiD5semmN0ZoOowlC6YZUGGdxAAAAAA==