cowpuc

I am gonna go click on shout box a whole bunch of times just to make a bunch of noise and wake things up around here,,, my as well a little..

Weird how we can all hear the same sound but find different meanings in em,, I thought someone had recorded the sounds coming from Raggies man cave the night of his Meet n Greet last year...

Indeed dodger,, and all at the same time,, thats hilarious

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John Melloncamp's song titled "Born in a small town" perfectly describes the reality of my childhood.. I really was born and raised in a small town in West Michigan USA.. The name of that town is Fruitport and it is located about 8 miles east of the (almost a) metropolis of Muskegon.. Times were different in that day and age,, for one thing, a day in the life of, say,, an 8 year old, is like a month in the life of a geezer like me (at least, it seems that way).. I remember doing things like building tree forts, watching dog fights, playing neighborhood base ball, riding my bike to the candy store to buy wax lips and little wax coke bottles filled with Kool Aid for a penny each, scraping chewing gum off the side walk that still had flavor, climbing onto the roof of the school in search of a left over Red playground ball (remember those?), damming up the creek behind the church and crawling thru the road culvert when the water got knee deep and doing all of this in the same day during DAYLIGHT hours! Time went by very very slowly back than,, almost like the Earths rotation was slower or something.... At night, I would sneak out of our house,, jump on my beat up ol Huffy pedally bike, unhook my dog "Doc" from his chain and he and I would sneak off.. We would head for Fruitport Park located on the far end of town, right on the shores of Spring Lake.. Back in those days, there was a pavilion there that rich people use to bring their yachts to from Chicago and listen to bands like Tommy Dorsey and Mitch Miller during the Big Band era.. Up above that pavilion was the actual kiddie park with swings, slides, monkey bars and teeter totters all scattered around in amongst the huge White Pine trees that covered the hilltop over looking that same Pavilion.. On average, there would be 15 to 20 of us juvenile delinquents at the park playing Kick the Can, Midnight (midnight,, miiidd night,, hope I see a ghost to night) or even a simple game of Tag.. Everyone in Fruitport knew their neighbor and there was a certain element of trust,, or respect,, or,,, familiness - that's it - there was an element of familiness that hung over Fruitport like a thick fog on a frog pond on a cool summer night.. That fog of familiness hung around throughout my childhood, I loved the feel of it and was able to safely wonder thru childhood with it's security of love and protection wrapped tightly around my shoulders.. If you fast forward into modern times,, it seems like that fog got harder and harder to find.. It seems like life had gotten harder on the functioning of the modern day nucleus family and, maybe therefore, created an even more difficult time for societal family fog to develop.. Unfortunately, even extremely creative people like Algore with his invention of one of lifes greatest social medias ever invented, the internet, and its wonderful potential for advancing world wide family fog has not stopped the fogs degredation.. On the same token though, if a person looks hard enough for it - that fog is still out there.. Ironically, one of the places that I have found a remarkable resurgence of that long lost family fog has been on the Internet at the place I mentioned earlier - VentureRider.org.. About 15 minutes after starting to work on Tweeks in Squids garage, Tippy and I heard a bike pulling in.. As I stepped outside I was greeted by one of the friendliest smiles, heartiest handshakes and biggest bear hugs a broke down ol biker could ever imagine - the fog was thickening.. The person responsible for the fog thickening is in the picture below and is very well known on VentureRider.org as "Squidley". One of the things that Squid is known for on VR is his support of "familiness" and,, Tippy and I were about to learn how and why he is known for it.. After warm greetings and, just like BikerJohn the other Texas Hero and VR member who had called Squid had said to us,, a giant "THANK YOU PUC FOR BREAKIING DOWN HERE - I HAVE BEEN DIEING TO MEET YOU FOLKS" (fogs getting so thick you could cut it with a knife) we walked inside Squids garage. He looked at Tweeks,, smiled and said "so this is Tweeks" as he padded her lovingly on her stickered covered trunk and said, "lets fix er!!".. Squidley obviously had some kind of an upbringing,, somewhere along life's route this goodhearted fellow had learned not only kindness and thoughtfulness, he had also learned focus and exactness in job planning.. He had mentioned on the phone that he would have all the tools and parts sitting on the bench waiting for me,, he wasnt kidding!! While visiting with Squid (good gear heads can chit chat while they spin wrench's) I learned about his Military experience - maybe some of his job planning skills came from the Military,, maybe from family relationships,, either way - he certainly is a VERY talented gearhead!! Another thing that I noticed right away while getting greasy in Squids garage was,, he was not shy about getting his hands dirty.. As a matter of fact,, I think he was actually enjoying himself taking over every time I laid a tool down to stop and take a drink of water or something.. It started kinda slowly at first,, a shy little - "hey Puc,, you ever notice that one of those side cover screws has a copper washer on it?", turning into a "yea,, I think its this one - here let me show you".. It wasn't until I saw him sneaking over to grab his air gun and heard the air compressor come on that I KNEW I was in trouble!! In a very short time I was on the opposite side of Tweeks, calming her down by rubbing her rear brake lever as her and I watched this genius of a Texas Hero do his thing!! Squid finally set the tools down and gave me a chance to take over his work area.. I thought I had outsmarted him,, after all ,, as Tweeks owner and road companion, one would think I would get the last stitch on the old girls surgery.. Not being outdone,, Squid comes walking around the front of her with something in his hand.. Two GORGEOUS stickers that said "VentureRider.org" on them.. He said "I noticed Tweeks doesnt have any of these on her and I was wondering" - to which I replied "only if you will put them on her and sign her new engine side cover!!".. Tweeks sat there calmly with a repaired - freshly signed Stator, a hardwired stator harness terminal (MUCH BETTER), new gaskets and now being adorned on her windshield with a these beautiful stickers to remember the family fog that she had ridden thru down in Texas!! Squids wife, "Sweetnothing" is her screen name at VR, is farrrrrr from being a "Sweetnothing", she reminded me a lot of my wife and her and Tippy hit off like two sisters.. They had disappeared while us men were out in the garage spinning wrenches and making the world safer for innocent bystanders and other people on the road.. It wasnt until we were washing our hands when I came to realize Tip and I were going to be guests at a Squidley family chicken dinner that Sweetnothing had rustled up for us.. I am still not sure and didnt bother to even ask, but I always have wondered if Sweetnothing might have a touch of ESP or something. Somehow she had to have known that Fried Chicken is my FAVORITE food of all time!! THANK YOU SWEETNOTHING (should change that name to ALLSWEET!!) As we sat around in their yard, eating chicken, visiting with Squid, Sweetnothing, their daughter and her husband, I was busy paying back Squids guard dogs with small pieces of left over chicken.. As usual, me and the dogs hit it off pretty good.. It was getting late and I made mention about dropping the tent outside with these two rascals now that we were the best of friends.. Sweetnothing smiled and didnt agree with that idea,, she said she had place all set for us inside.. Once again, Squids great big Texas bear killing grin shined in the parting sunlight as I knew,, no was not gonna work.. As I stood in Squids shower with hot Texas water trying to scald the deep tan off my back, it occurred to me that I had left my bar of soap in Tweeks trunk.. Hot showers can be a rarity when CTFWing so, I didnt panic when I realized that I didnt have any soap - I figured even a soapless shower was better than no shower at all.. Than I noticed Squids squirt on soap in the corner of his shower sitting there daring me.. Oh what the heck,, a real brother wouldnt mind and that family fog had gotten pretty thick... As I stepped out of the restroom at Squids house and announced that now I even smelled like my brother Squid I got an agreeable laugh from everyone,, a sure mark that indeed,, real familiness fog is still available and its even accessible thru Algore's Internet if you look for it!!! As Tip and I snuggled down into that nice soft bed in Squid and Sweetnothings back bedroom we giggled like a couple kids.. Sweetnothing walked by the doorway and I asked if I could have a drink of water before we went to sleep.. She laughed and said good nite.. We told those guys thanks for everything before we all closed this chapter of the adventure Tip and I were on.. We knew that the AM was going to come way to soon and that the Texas Hero Family of Squid and Sweetnothings would be getting up early to fulfill their rolls in providing for themselves and their family.. One of the last conversations I had with them was about something really really special they had done for us.. This 2014 trip was not just about motorcycle touring for us. Our second born daughter was graduating from her Residency program out in Sacramento California and, because of their kindness and thoughtfulness, it appeared that we would still be able to make it there in time to celebrate with her!!! We did make her service and of course, I shared the events that took place here in Texas with my daughter... She agreed with me that a song just for our two Texas Hero's, BikerJohn and Squidley was in order.. Here is a copy of that song.. If you do take a listen,, pay attention to the timing of the unplanned, unintentional horses winnie - its perfect,, almost divine and it certainly fits right into declaring these two cowboys as Hero's!!

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Are the RSTD's for sure the same V?

I have seen a number of varieties of the vacuum operated petcocks Sky,, some of them are built so they function manually and look just like a normal petcock,, my 78 650 Special was like that - down on the lever was "ON" - pointing rearward was reserve and pointing forward was "Prime" (instead of "off" like on a normal manual pet cock).. The "Prime" position was in case you had a vapor lock and needed to momentarily bypass the diaphram.. Also had a couple Kawi's like this and almost sure I redid a late model Virago that was built like that..

I gotta learn to type faster!!

While it is entirely possible that you have another bad thermostat (just cause its new doesnt mean its not sticking again) its also possible that you simply have a bad connection on the sending unit for tempt guage or a bad sending unit itself... That sending unit should be fairly easily identifiable by its location - probably near the area of where the thermostat is housed or somewhere on the coolant system.. Most are just a single wire little post sticking up.. Find that puppy and check the wire connector at the sending unit terminal first.. It is possible too that you have something happening like Gmarshall is talking about - good Lord lets hope not!! If you have a head gasket leaking into the combustion chamber - most of the time you will actually smell antifreeze in the exhaust and the exhaust will be noticeably foggy,, if its going into the oil - you will get muddy looking oil - usually noticable around the oil fill cap or on the dip stick - possibly in the coolant itself.. Not sure if your truck has a radiator with a cap on it? Some of this new stuff is sealed.. If it does, you should be able to remove the cap (CAREFUL IF ITS HOT!!) and run the truck with the cap off while keeping an eye on the coolant in the rad and the gauge.. You should be able to see the guage climb while the thermostat is closed and the fluid is not moving.. When it gets to its normal op tempt the thermostat should open - you should see coolant being moved thru the rad and the guage should drop - as the coolant cools off - the thermostat should close and the coolant should stop moving again and the guage should climb again...

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fighters!!

Having never owned a Gen 2 or an RSTD I cant speak directly to them BUT,, I can say this.. Some bikes have a vacuum operated petcock, and I have a fair amount of experience with the failure of such.. It is entirely possible for a bike with a vacuum operated pet cock to get a crack in the diaphram that controls the petcock and leak fuel into the engine thru the vacuum line that is connected to the petcock.. Also,, because this is a vacuum line - any attempt at starting a bike with the diaphram compramised can result in fuel not only leaking into the engine but literally being sucked in by vacuum!! Again,, no idea if the RSTD has a vacuum operated P-Cock but Yamaha did use them - I know the late 70's XS650s had em,, and I believe I rebuilt one on a Virago once...

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BLUE!!!!

Yep,, back home and finally getting up and around here Randy,, thanks to you and everyone for sharing our concerns!! While not completely out of trouble yet, all the thoughts and prayers are working here as the Dr.'s have ruled out a lot of stuff.. The concern that the local ENT was questioning appears to be an older problem that may or may not need surgery BUT definitely NOT an emergency situation:cool10:!!! All the info they gathered is being studied by a larger group at the U of M.. I also have to work with my local ENT on some more testing with the results being sent over to the Dr.'s at the U of M to assist them.. They schedule non emergency surgeries out to 3 months or so, I have surgery scheduled now for April BUT, that is basically just saving me a place in their scheduling line so if further testing shows my RX isnt helping or tests indicate some patch work surgery is necessary I have a place saved.. If they have to reinforce the seal they actually do use a mesh like material and basically put a patch on it!! All this heart stuff showed I have a really good heart with NO blockages, no valve job needed or leaky murmers happening there - THANK GOD,, I do however have a high ohm situation happening (this stuff is AMAZING) leading down into the bottom of my heart.. Thanks in part to the no blockages, its not bad enough to require a pacemaker at this time.. Now get this,, one of the Cardiologist Dr.'s (not the ENT's) thought that some of the symptoms I am having could possibly be Thyroid related,, apparently that thyroid gland can cause all kinds of issues and he wants to rule it out... More pokes and waiting on those results.. THANK YOU ALL AGAIN FOR ALL THE THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS!!! Puc

Not much progress, waitng in line now to see a cardiologist. Can sure tell the medical field aint built around 1st gen phylosophy of moving fast! More inf o soon as i get back to my laptop. Thanyou to all for thouhts n prayers. Stay warm! Puc

Tip and I are walking out the front door, headed to a 9 AM pow wow with an "Otolaryngology"(s) - (SPELL IT? I CANT EVEN PRONOUNCE IT!!!).. OPEN THE GATE N GET OUT DA WAY, ITS MONDAY AND ITS THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN vrs PUC'S LEAKY BRAIN!!! We would really appreciate any thoughts and prayers ya'll can muster as we continue CTFWing in the search for answers!! Thanks gang Puc ps,,, thanks Fool for shutting off the machine so we could make this appointment - I owe ya one bro!!

Troublemaker as in, Raggy is a

I dont know bro,, calling someone a Ding Dong in the middle of the night might not be in your best interest... I think the answer to your question is best handled with Private Messaging.. When you send a PM, it goes to the persons e-mail as well as thier inbox here..

If there were a way,, if there were ONLY a way to KNOW that gas was gonna stay half the price of diesel, I would strongly suggest looking at gas powered.. I rented a V-10 Ford U Haul van - U Hauls biggest - one time, hooked a car hauler trailer on it, filled the rig with complete furnishings for a buddies house, tossed a 4x4 on the trailer, grabbed my son and we headed for Kent Washington.. That sucker pulled like a freight train, thru mountains, across some very hot desert region.. Did good on fuel too - like 5 mpg if I recall.. Raggy,, Tip and I have talked a lot about doing what your talking about.. I have a couple good friends that own and operate their own Semis that have been schooling me about things to watch out for in dealing with Diesel powered Motorhomes.. I know from yakking with them that certain tranny/engine combo's are the ticket.. I also know that maintenance on the diesel stuff seems to be more intense... Might wanna hang out in some Motorhome forums a little before ya bite into it..

Me n Tip,, we got wings:337:

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I can still recall the last words spoken by a friend of mine as Tip and I pulled out of his driveway to begin this journey.. He looked at us, looked at Tweeks and than inquired - "So, where you two loafers headed".. When I told him we were going out west after a quick trip down to the Alamo and Big Bend he shook his head. This person is truck driver that goes down into Texas on a regular basis so I wasnt really surprised to here him say "you aint gonna like it down there. The Alamo aint nuthn but a bunch of ol buildings in the city", to which I replied, "We are going in search of a FEELING more than to see something - I wanna feel the patriotic soul of Crockett and Bowie".. As we left Dennison I set my internal CTFW compass in a south by southwest direction with the hopes of skirting around a place I had heard about called Dallas.. I knew that San Antonio was south of there so I figured we could take advantage of the gorgeous Texas back country in the out lying areas and do like Santa Anna did and sneak up on the Alamo.. It wasnt long before I discovered that the name "Dallas" actually means "INESCAPABLE CITY"! As we picked our way thru acres of concrete slabs and big Texas buildings I thought to myself,, "it seems like sooner or later the need for more of these huge buildings would run out" - obviously that was going to come much later cause the building construction activity down there was UNBELIEVABLE!! As we pulled into a suburb of Dallas called Waco (no offence to my Texas friends but it sure seemed like thats the way it was - all one big city) to get gas, Tip was asking me if I still intended to stop and say hi to BikerJohn.. I stood there putting gas into Tweeks, telling her that BikerJohn said he didnt get out of work till 5ish and we were gonna be a little early,, maybe we could stop at the exit John told us to pull off at and give him a quick jingle regardless... "BikerJohn" is not Johns real name, John is John's real name but I only knew John by "BikerJohn" because that was the screen name that appeared in the Private Message I had gotten from him before we left to go CTFWing. I had never actually met, or spoken to, BikerJohn before this time period so I only knew him as "BikerJohn" .. He and I belong to this internet gathering composed of the biggest bunch of lop eared varmints on the web.. A smathering of misfits, scallywags, troublemakers and ice cream devouring bike fanatics who, one by one - at one time or another, happened to visit a wonderful website called "VentureRider.org" or VR for short, found a sense of belonging, a familyness, and never left.. I had posted something on VR about Tip, Tweeks and I intending to meet up with a bunch of these misfits at a 2014 Rally in a placed called "The Dalles" which was kinda our way home from the Alamo.. BikerJohn and another VR varmint known as "CMCoffey" were also CTFWing in the direction of this particular gathering and they invited Tip and I to stay on a campsite with em if we all made it out there.. The message in the PM that BikerJohn had sent me said something about "it would be nice to meet you folks before we camp together" - which I took as "I wanna know what I am getting myself into so I can change my plans if I need to" (that BikerJohn - he is one smart cookie).. I turned Tweeks right blinker on as we came to the exit ramp leading into Round Rock Texas, where BikerJohn told me to stop.. I noticed right away that the idiot light (thats kind of an insulting thing to call a neat little light) on the dash didn't flash at its usual speed,, not that I go around timing little flasher lights on dashboards but,, I really did remember that particular one blinking faster.. I leaned back and let Tip know that Tweeks was not feeling good and that we may have a major issue happening.. As I slowed down, I could feel Tweeks engine rhythm go into a spasm in lower rpms, I told Tippy that I thought we may have a stator gone.. I am no mechanical genius but I have been down the road of Stator failure before, a couple of times on these old Yams and a number of times on other bikes.. What happens is the stator, whose job it is to induce an electrical current that, among other things, supplies juice for recharging a battery, decides to go on vacation.. Usually, not always, but usually, when a Stator goes on vacation they like where ever it is that Stators take their vacations and they never return to their jobs.. We coasted into a Burger King that just happened to be right off the exit, Tweels stalled and a push of the started button revealed that, sure enough, her battery was dead.. Tip went inside the BK to get something for us to drink as I pushed Tweeks into the nearest shade (thankfully they had some - it was perfect weather for riding but a little warm for rebuilding a bike in a BK parking lot). I was digging into Tweeks maintenance department (right saddlebag) to get my handy dandy little Harbor Freight Ohm Meter when Tip returned with the Ice Tea.. She walked up and asked why I was staring at all those parts and tools that I had spread out over the parking area next to Tweeks.. I told her that a gremlin had stolen my ohm meter.. She smiled as I selfishly gulped down the last drink of tea and bit into an ice cube.. I handed her my wallet and told her to just by a cheapy meter if she could find one as she headed off (there was a mall not far away).. I removed panels and pieces, checked the Stator terminal I had replaced not long ago, checked battery connections and fuses.. Tip made it back with a meter just as the clock said it was time to call BikerJohn.. I called John and told him we were in the area but were kind of in a pickle as far as meeting up with him.. He asked where we were, I told him and he said - stay there - I am two minutes from you!! A truck pulled up beside us that had Texas plates on it, the driver was a friendly looking character with the biggest Texas smile you ever did see.. BikerJohn shook my greasy hand without giving much thought to the grease (we gear heads are like that), introduced himself, said hi to Tippy and than asked what was happening.. I told him I had just checked the Stator with the ohm meter and the Stator was indeed,, gone on vacation.. John (now I can call him John cause we were now official brothers) asked if there was anything he could do.. I said,, well,, point me in the direction of someplace to buy a battery charger and a car battery. I would then wire Tweeks up, skip the Alamo and we would head to my Son-In-Law's in California and fix Tweeks there.. John got a funny look on his face, as if he had just picked up a little of the voltage Tweeks stator had left behind on its way out the door to vacation land.. He said "hold on a minute here, I know someone who may be able to help".. He jumped on his phone and called this guy named "Squidley".. I recognized the name "Squidley" from the website, VentureRider.org, that I had mentioned earlier.. John smiled and handed me the phone and said "Squid wants to talk to Puc (thats me)".. A cheerful voice in the phone said "hey,, Cowpuc, how are you,, whats going on?".. I told Squid about Tweeks symptoms and that I had ohm'd her stator out and it didnt look good.. I also told him about my immediate plan of running her off a battery to California and fixing her there.. Squidley said,, you can do that but - I have another idea,, I have a spare 1st Gen setting here that I am sure has a good stator that I would be happy to remove and then help you fix Tweeks - I about hit the concrete!! Squidley continued with his offer,, he said,, I could tear this one down tonight, have the parts/tools and garage space ready for you to pull in and work on Tweeks tomorrow.. You could spend the night there in Round Rock, get a battery charger and charge your way over here, fix your bike and say hi - we would be GLAD to have you!! I could tell by Squidley's voice that he was sincere in his offer and that he almost seemed like he was hoping we would accept it. GREAT people this VentureRider.org group is, with BikerJohn and Squidley being perfect examples of why I can say that. We charged Tweeks battery off Johns truck, Tippy climbed in the cab with John and I packed some of our belongings around her feet.. I could feel Tweeks giggling as we followed them into the direction of Johns home where his wife and children would be subject to visiting with a couple of tired CTFWing bikers from Michigan.. That Tweekers gets us into so much adventure!!! REGRETFULLY,, IN THE MIDST OF ALL THE CHAOS ASSOCIATED WITH THIS BREAKDOWN - I ONLY TOOK A COUPLE PICS TO SHARE ABOUT THE TIME I SPENT WITH JOHN AND HIS LOVELY WIFE FOR WHICH I APOLOGIZE! I DO HAVE VIDEO AND PICS OF JOHN AND I IN OREGON, SAMPLES BELOW, THAT I WILL BE POSTING!! THE TIME WE SPENT WITH THEM WAS PRICELESS, IT JUST ALL HAPPENED WAY TO FAST FOR PICTURES I GUESS.. After introducing Tip and I to his family, Tip stayed and vistited with John's wife - Maurey, while John and I headed into town to find a Battery Charger.. Squidleys house was about 3 hours away and we needed something that would keep Tweeks battery up enough to fire the ignition off the charged battery.. After locating such a critter, we headed back to Johns where we wired Tweeks up with an exterior wire connected to the positive post on her battery.. As we stood on the slab out front of Johns house working on Tweeks, John hauling tools and electrical supplies out, me pulling fuses to things I wouldnt need for the trip,, I apologized for Tweeks breaking down and causing such a mess.. John actually laughed and said,,, "I AM GLAD YOU BROKE DOWN HERE - I HAVE HAD MY NAME ON THE "I CAN HELP" LIST AT VR FOR EVER AND I NEVER GET TO HELP ANYONE - THANK YOU FOR BREAKING DOWN HERE!! We laughed together like a couple brothers just having fun as I ran the wire through a vent in the front of Tweeks fairing and wrapped it around the vent. As a momento of that occasion that wire is still hanging there to this very day - LIFE IS GOOD!! John loaned me an extention cord for the trip, one that he had gotten from his father.. He tried to convince me to just keep it but I told him I would return it at the rally at The Dalles Oregon that we were all suppose to be meeting up at,, kind of an insurance program on my part that he would still speak to me there (glad I did this - I had fun playing with that cord during our travels - you will see some pics of it later in the story).. After finishing Tweeks prep for the trip to Squids on the next day, we cleaned up and took the ladies out on the town for dinner.. John and Maurey had a pretty good handle on where to eat in Round Rock Texas, it was late but we all had a good dinner.. Instead of tossing the tent up, John insisted we sleep in their air conditioned home. After visiting with Maurey's mom and the teenage boys that make up the parenting part of John and Maury's life, we hit the hay. Tweeks slept under her cover outside, Tip on the couch and me on an air mattress on the floor at the home of our Texas Hero - BIKERJOHN.. The next morning, we hugged them all as they prepared for the business end of raising a family in Round Rock Texas.. We thanked all of them for their hospitality and headed for another adventure that awaited us 3 hours away.. It always seems like the discovery of some of the most gorgeous country comes about by getting lost,, or,, in this case, by having a breakdown.. As we followed the directions to Squidleys house that John had provided for us, I couldn't help but notice the beauty of this part of Texas.. Regardless of the fact that we were riding into a potential problem (running out of battery out in the middle of Texas where they probably dont have 110 volt outlets mounted along the road), we chose to relax and enjoy the beauty of the day.. We stopped along the trail, recharged Tweeks battery, visited with folks who asked if we were ok and enjoyed each others company like it was just all part of CTFWing.. Squidley had warned me that his driveway was kind of a motocross track - sounded like my kind of back country riding!! We stopped near his home for a final recharge just in case Tweeks had one of her "I feel like stalling in the middle of this driveway so you have to run a cord all the way out to me cause you cant push me" attacks.. I got to what appeared to be Squids driveway, and found it to be perfect for motorcycling.. Ok,, a little tricky but nothing that was uninviting!! We motocrossed our way up to Squids garage.. Found the keys in exactly the spot he said they would be.. Unlocked the door on his garage, and SURE ENOUGH - PARTS - TOOLS and a perfect place to fix a bike.... I commenced to repairing my motorcycle, in a garage owned by someone I had never met, after he had left the keys to his house - garage and vehicle hidden in a place that only he and I knew of... Adventure at its finest...

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