Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 5:04 am
Wow...I did it again.
This past weekend Bill and I were gearing up to go for a ride. As the bikes warmed up, and we geared up, I asked him;"Honey, how many miles do I get again on a tank of gas?" I always forget cuz we don't always take 'em to empty. If I'm going on a pretty big ride, I just top off so I know I have enough. We weren't going anywhere major that day, so I wanted to know if I'd have enough. He shot some number out to me, I looked at my trip meter and decided no trip to the gas station was neccesary. I was off to take a few pictures today.
The first one I wanted take was under the "bridge" I am always talking about.The one way you can get into my town. It expands the Wisconsin River and there is a dam for the paper mill too. I do have a picture of it for you, and will post it up here right after I tell you, I had to pull into the parking lot of the Mill to siwtch over to reserve. (about 1-2 miles from my house) Right in the middle of the bridge I started chugging....I am not to graceful at reaching the reserve while riding, I had to pull over to make the flip. Bill pulled in behind me, asked what was up. I said, "It just died." He gave me the oooooops! look. Well, I switched it over and she fired right up, so I went to the gas station, filled up, then came back to take the following 2 pictures. By the way, I get about 140-150 miles before I need to fill up...just for future reference

This is our bridge, nothing major, but now you know what I am speaking of when I talk.
When taking this next pic I simply turned to the right after taking the bridge pic and this is the view

After getting those pics we mounted up again and started riding with no particualr destination in mind. We were heading out on some familiar and usual roads so everything was going as it usually does. We were on an access road that runs alongside the freeway. That took us to a road we were on just the day before. As we started down it, speed limit was 45, we were doing that or maybe 5 mph over, but we were relaxing and enjoying the ride.....all of a sudden I see a orange sign that reads "LOOSE GRAVEL" oh crap! The sign was placed right where the old black top stopped and the new gravel mixture started. Thanks for the warning village of Kronenwetter!!!!
It seems the village has been laying a loose gravel mixture over all its beat up asphalt roads, then laying an oil over it to make a form of hard packed road. Only right now, it wasn't so hard packed!. I just held on and let the bike go down the little dip from one surface to the other. I was scared, kind of white knucked it while I let the bike gradually slow. I didn't want to downshift suddenly and send the wheel slipping so I took it easy and about 2 miles later was to the end of the road, at the stop sign. PHEW! I made it! We crossed the intersection and I pulled over to take this pic looking back on the road, just to have something to document that moment.

We mounted back up after I took that pic and we shot out to a VFW just east of town. They have an AH-1 Cobra Helicopter, and I think the tank on display was an M60A1. Anyways, we ride by it all the time, and have never stopped to look, so this time we did. Besides the tank and copter they have memorial plaquards and such. We spent some time reading stuff and just having fun.
This is the copter


This is Bill in front of the tank

And here are the bikes

After we left the VFW we made our way home and spent the evening with some friends. All in all, it was a good day.....well, after I learned how much gass my bike holds

The first one I wanted take was under the "bridge" I am always talking about.The one way you can get into my town. It expands the Wisconsin River and there is a dam for the paper mill too. I do have a picture of it for you, and will post it up here right after I tell you, I had to pull into the parking lot of the Mill to siwtch over to reserve. (about 1-2 miles from my house) Right in the middle of the bridge I started chugging....I am not to graceful at reaching the reserve while riding, I had to pull over to make the flip. Bill pulled in behind me, asked what was up. I said, "It just died." He gave me the oooooops! look. Well, I switched it over and she fired right up, so I went to the gas station, filled up, then came back to take the following 2 pictures. By the way, I get about 140-150 miles before I need to fill up...just for future reference


This is our bridge, nothing major, but now you know what I am speaking of when I talk.
When taking this next pic I simply turned to the right after taking the bridge pic and this is the view

After getting those pics we mounted up again and started riding with no particualr destination in mind. We were heading out on some familiar and usual roads so everything was going as it usually does. We were on an access road that runs alongside the freeway. That took us to a road we were on just the day before. As we started down it, speed limit was 45, we were doing that or maybe 5 mph over, but we were relaxing and enjoying the ride.....all of a sudden I see a orange sign that reads "LOOSE GRAVEL" oh crap! The sign was placed right where the old black top stopped and the new gravel mixture started. Thanks for the warning village of Kronenwetter!!!!
It seems the village has been laying a loose gravel mixture over all its beat up asphalt roads, then laying an oil over it to make a form of hard packed road. Only right now, it wasn't so hard packed!. I just held on and let the bike go down the little dip from one surface to the other. I was scared, kind of white knucked it while I let the bike gradually slow. I didn't want to downshift suddenly and send the wheel slipping so I took it easy and about 2 miles later was to the end of the road, at the stop sign. PHEW! I made it! We crossed the intersection and I pulled over to take this pic looking back on the road, just to have something to document that moment.

We mounted back up after I took that pic and we shot out to a VFW just east of town. They have an AH-1 Cobra Helicopter, and I think the tank on display was an M60A1. Anyways, we ride by it all the time, and have never stopped to look, so this time we did. Besides the tank and copter they have memorial plaquards and such. We spent some time reading stuff and just having fun.
This is the copter


This is Bill in front of the tank

And here are the bikes

After we left the VFW we made our way home and spent the evening with some friends. All in all, it was a good day.....well, after I learned how much gass my bike holds
