Patiently waiting for my turn with the little wooden scooter, it's now been months since I first started pondering off and on about what, where and how I might share a bit of local adventure with BobScoot. I have a short list with curled corners and more ideas; timing and prioritizing will be my challenge. Speaking of challenge, now that the scooter has arrived, I'm feeling a certain weight of responsibility, actually a bit humbling and quite honestly, a surprise to me. The very kind and much unexpected personal delivery by a white Vstar, ridden from across more than a few borders by VSL has made it all the more so.
Matt before me, I absolutely envisioned coming home from work one day,
bouncing up the driveway, still dusty from the UPS truck there only
minutes ahead of me which is often the case. Even just hearing that the
scooter was being delivered by one of our own changed everything, a
change for the very much better but the scooter's arrival only happened
after a crescendo of news.
First there was an email
giving me Publish rights on Riding the Wet Coast, expected eventually
but now it meant that I was finally getting close. I then quickly
learned that the scooter was on its way, how and when at that point
still a surprise. The weekend after the July 4 weekend an email
arrived, "Coop, I'm almost on the way, going to hand deliver the
It was at that point that my receivership
took on an entirely different level of anticipation. Naturally I began
to make plans....thinking of the possibilities of places and rides to
share...."irrational exuberance" I think someone called it. An email,
then texts.....Ohio, Indiana....the river and finally Dubuque. Now that
it and she were in my 'hood, timing was beginning to matter. Having
been down there for the Iowa Guzzi Rally only days before, I offered a
few suggestions of roads and places to try, river roads, highlighting
the fact that at least over the stretches I knew, no road construction
had been encountered, a rarity around here this summer.
".....In Winona...., then Nelson Cheese Factory...."
is an hour away, but only if one stays on our side of the river.
Winona/Cheese Factory meant a river crossing over one of two spans
across the Mississippi and then back again. That meant, allowing some
time, maybe a couple of hours, three tops.
Iowa Guzzi Rally weekend, we were deluged once again with another 2-3"
rainfall, the third one in as many weeks. That meant that for the 3rd
time in those same weeks our farm's Dry Ditch was anything but, each
rainfall left a quick 12" of rushing water over our driveway from the
valley upstream. No real damage to the driveway, at least none if you
dismiss the 5-6" of muddy silt that gets deposited each time. That
Sunday afternoon on the way home from the Iowa Rally, the loaded ST2 and
I alllllmost went down in the mud, 500 ft. from the home garage. A
couple of days later, once dry, went down and again, for the 3rd time,
did my best with the old 9N to scrape the pudding-like dirt away and off
from the solid gravel beneath.
I texted Karen her
final landing coordinates, thought about the still greasy driveway muck
and though not deep, it still remained a potential hazard for Canadian
VStars (USA ST2's as well). A windy and sunny day, I took the van down
and made 20 ditch crossings to expose and 'roughen' up the surface,
confident that by the time our visitor arrived, all would be well, at
least hard and dry well.
"..gravel road, .5 mile, driveway somewhat hidden, steep and should be dry by the time you arrive :)"
The next correspondence received, relayed the fact that lodging had been secured in
Red Wing (no gravel there) and after a long, hot day, the thought of a
half mile of gravel and THEN a steep, possibly wet driveway was just a
bit more than our visitor was prepared for. POV is everything and from
mine, the driveway was not an issue. I completely understand that from
Karen's, navigating that last single kilometer was something to
The Red Wing Pottery Museum is across the parking lot from the motel.
From that point on,
Karen's Post, the cartoon bubbles and L.S. covered the evening better than I
can. I wasn't at all surprised to see our traveling friend standing
next to a shiny, properly clean Yamaha, camera and selfie stick in
hand. After dinner we made a trip up the hill to Memorial Park, the
lookout over downtown Red Wing, the setting sun making for challenging
photos but Karen snagged a good one in spite of conditions.
Snug as a bug.....
Much better than a big brown truck and a brown uniform....
An amazing day, anticipation, a lovely evening and a chance for the 3 of us to relax, dine and enjoy.
The MN chapter has begun.