I hope this doesn't ruffle any feathers but it looks like the best shot for the ride this week is Friday. The weatherman is promising warm and sunny. Last time we were there was in Nov. of 16 and weather wasn't our friend. Only 8 hardy souls attended. So forgive me for being a little gun shy.
It's on for Osborne on Friday. Looking out the window it's a good thing we didn't go today. It gives me the chance to see how much self inflicted injury I can do in the garage today. We will be leaving from the Iron Skillet @ 10:00.
TIME....................12:00
Here it is.............. Circle Cafe
1108 W. Hwy 24
Osborne, Kansas 67473
785-346-9444
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With all the change-ups the weatherman has been throwing at me I was a little leery about this ride. It seemed a bit cool when I got the bike out to prep it for Fritz. I checked the gas and it was over the hump in the middle of the tank so I decided that with only 75 miles or so to go, I would throw caution to the wind and not bother to gas up for the ride. By this time I have 2 wild animals running around the house, both thinking they are going for a ride. I fumbled around the house trying to gather my thoughts and everything I need for the ride while trying desperately not to trip over 2 little fur missiles rocketing around under foot without doing a face plant in the middle of the kitchen. Finally the moment arrived and the canine anticipation was thick enough to cut with a knife. Fritz is the more vocal of the two and he was quite assertively expressing his point of view. I finally got the leash on Fritz, so with leash in one hand and book in the other I struggled to usher Fritz out the door while trying to keep a disappointed Leo in the house. I don't think they actually grasp the concept of taking turns going on the rides. I don't dare let Fritz off leash outside of the fence. He makes a bee line for the neighbors house in hopes of meeting up with the cute little thing that lives there. Having these dogs is like having a perpetual 2 year old. Until there is another dog around. Then its like having a perpetual 17 year old. Especially Fritz. He hasn't been to see Dr. Hackemoff. He gets so love struck I can almost see the hearts circling around his head. We mounted up and as soon as the bike started to move Fritz started yapping. I don't know if he's announcing to the world that we're going riding or he's yelling “Get me out of this box”. But the more I take him riding, the quicker he calms down. It didn't take long for the others to arrive at the Iron Skillet after me. Leon and Morrey left early to take a easier pace. After a little tire kicking we launched with Terry in the lead. He took us down a scenic route on which I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. It didn't take long for me to get wound into the ride and all too soon we pulled into Osborn. At this point I'm totally lost and couldn't find the restaurant if my life depended on it. And considering the rumble in my stomach it very well might. We turned to the north and in just a few blocks I saw our destination. About half of the crew was there and I found a good spot to park and get Fritz out to stretch his legs. After getting Fritz settled I went about the photo thing. Fritz never let me out of his sight and announced to the world that he wasn't happy with the distance between us. But he is starting to get used to what's going on. A word of advice. If you want to pet him, give him ample opportunity to sniff you out. Sometimes he gets nervous with strangers, and may nip if approached too quickly. He's a little more high strung than Leo.
The special of the day was meatloaf which was pretty well sold out by the time I got my order in so I opted for the chicken fried steak which went down quite well. I actually had to exercise some discipline to leave a bite for Fritz. Back outside a few more pictures and tire kicking and it was time to pack Fritz up and head out. By this time I really needed gas. The first station didn't have premium, but I seemed to remember that down the street there was. My noble steed has a discriminating pallet. About a block past the first gas station I saw Richard turn into that station. That was seconds before tragedy befell him and he Beemer went horizontal. As I understand it the front wheel was tripped up by a patch of sand. One of my biggest fears. No serious damage but a few scuffs and scrapes. Richard and Joyce came out OK too. After gassing up I saw Duane and Gary headed the other way. I figured they probably knew the way back home so I circled around the block and caught up to follow them. We got on the freeway headed south and Duane peeled off early and I pressed on with Gary to Salina. Gary pulled off on my exit and as he passed Willow drive he gave a wave and pressed on while I turned toward home. Another great ride in the books.