Wednesday North Central ROMEO Lunch Ride for 3-13-13
Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 8:27 pm
Guys - We're going back to a town we visited just about 6 months ago when we had a whopping turnout of 51for lunch.
This time we'll be going to a brand new place that had just opened up last time we were there and I new nothing about it. Armed with this new information, we be going to try the 'new place'. It's located on the West side of the street and the building, in time past, used to be a hardware store. Inside, the place shows a little charm from days gone by, so it should be a delightful place to clamp 'yer jaws upon whatever they have prepared for us.
As always, I never know how many to tell them will show up but it's a nice ride and a pretty charming old place so I hope we do at least as well as we did last fall regarding the interest.
Here's the place...............................Yermom's Restaurant & Saloon
West Side of the Street
Sylvan Grove, Kansas 67481
785-526-7800
Becky Hall, Owner
Here's the time..........................................12:30pm
As always.................................ride careful, ride safe and I'll see you in Sylvan Grove. Richard
http://tinyurl.com/Romeo-Rides-This-Week
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Guys - First let me thank my friend Pat for taking the burden of pictures off of me today since my camera wasn't working properly. I took a few shots early on but then as things kept getting cooler and cooler my camera battery just hung it up. Later on inside the cafe, I noticed it again had battery bars. Like Joyce, it seems suseptible to cold weather.
Pat, Evan and I left town from Kaps convenience store right at 10:30am and zig zagged our way North up to hwy 140 where we took a jog West over to the little burg of Brookville. At the Western edge of town is a paved road that goes North to Interstate 70. It doesn't have an exit there but ends up at hwy 18 at Tescott further north. I was leading in my new Ural with Joyce holding on for dear life in the sidecar. Wind was calm and it was downhill. The perfect stretch of road to try out some speed for a change. I came to a slight hill and as I crested it, off in the distance I saw something that looked like two black yard bags in the road up ahead. As I got closer, one of the black bags raised up and so did the other one. They were huge dogs of some variety laying in the road soaking up some rays. I was hardly of a notion to identify them at that precise moment. They were standing just about a Ural width apart and I headed directly at that spot and made it thru with only inches to spare. As I passed, I checked my rear view mirror and saw Pat's headlight behind me and another one of the black dogs come up out of the ditch behind one of the dogs in the road that I had just missed. He heading straight for Pat but it appeared to me Pat survided the incident and I motored on. As I passed under I-70 I had lost Pat's headlight and pulled over and stopped. Joyce asked me what was wrong and I said I don't see Pat behind me, and turned around and went back. By the time I got back to the overpass, I saw headlights. The Salina group had caught up on the same road. We had somehow gotten ahead of 'em.
We motored on and ultimately wound up in Sylvan Grove right on time coming down into it from the North off of hwy 18 that goes buy it and on over to Lucas.
The place had a couple of specials for us to choose from. Both looked good but took forever. The waitress bless her heart, hadn't let the overnite drugs wear off and fouled up nearly every order. The cook failed to check in the menu board as to what was offered on each special and some of us suggested the waitress might just try and actually write down on a piece of paper what each customer wanted rather than try to recall it between halucinations. We were passing about plates that seemed to match what each of us ordered as closely as possible and finally all of us did get fed.
During table conversaton, Pat did indicate that he indeed hit the big black dog that ran up out of the ditch and it bent his 'crash' bar to the degree it prevented the use of his rear brake pedal. That's how come he pulled over to stop when I had failed to see his headlight. I turned around and came back just as he had finished his minor repair and the Salina guys just showed up. They just missed seeing it happen.
Like I keep saying, these lunch rides are just slap dab full of excitement! If 'ya don't go, 'ya just might miss something. I can't be in all places at all times but I'll try to keep 'ya up on what I know. Inquiring minds wanna know, right?
Oh, I almost forgot, you can't let 'yer guard down with this group. As I came out of the cafe, they were all hovering about my bike pointing to a spot beneath my engine. I had just the day before, changed the engine oil, the gearbox oil and the differential oil. A full third more than any other bike in my arsenal as far as I know.
There was a fresh pool of something directly beneath my gearcase but I couldn't let them think I was concerned after all the tricks I've played out on these guys so I just shrugged it off and headed for home. But, believe you me, I heard noises every mile on the way back. Just as I pulled into the garage I got that old manual out and retraced every step and checked every bolt just to prove to myself I had done it right. They didn't have me fooled for one minute with that fake puddle of oil.....no they didn't!
This time we'll be going to a brand new place that had just opened up last time we were there and I new nothing about it. Armed with this new information, we be going to try the 'new place'. It's located on the West side of the street and the building, in time past, used to be a hardware store. Inside, the place shows a little charm from days gone by, so it should be a delightful place to clamp 'yer jaws upon whatever they have prepared for us.
As always, I never know how many to tell them will show up but it's a nice ride and a pretty charming old place so I hope we do at least as well as we did last fall regarding the interest.
Here's the place...............................Yermom's Restaurant & Saloon
West Side of the Street
Sylvan Grove, Kansas 67481
785-526-7800
Becky Hall, Owner
Here's the time..........................................12:30pm
As always.................................ride careful, ride safe and I'll see you in Sylvan Grove. Richard
http://tinyurl.com/Romeo-Rides-This-Week
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Guys - First let me thank my friend Pat for taking the burden of pictures off of me today since my camera wasn't working properly. I took a few shots early on but then as things kept getting cooler and cooler my camera battery just hung it up. Later on inside the cafe, I noticed it again had battery bars. Like Joyce, it seems suseptible to cold weather.
Pat, Evan and I left town from Kaps convenience store right at 10:30am and zig zagged our way North up to hwy 140 where we took a jog West over to the little burg of Brookville. At the Western edge of town is a paved road that goes North to Interstate 70. It doesn't have an exit there but ends up at hwy 18 at Tescott further north. I was leading in my new Ural with Joyce holding on for dear life in the sidecar. Wind was calm and it was downhill. The perfect stretch of road to try out some speed for a change. I came to a slight hill and as I crested it, off in the distance I saw something that looked like two black yard bags in the road up ahead. As I got closer, one of the black bags raised up and so did the other one. They were huge dogs of some variety laying in the road soaking up some rays. I was hardly of a notion to identify them at that precise moment. They were standing just about a Ural width apart and I headed directly at that spot and made it thru with only inches to spare. As I passed, I checked my rear view mirror and saw Pat's headlight behind me and another one of the black dogs come up out of the ditch behind one of the dogs in the road that I had just missed. He heading straight for Pat but it appeared to me Pat survided the incident and I motored on. As I passed under I-70 I had lost Pat's headlight and pulled over and stopped. Joyce asked me what was wrong and I said I don't see Pat behind me, and turned around and went back. By the time I got back to the overpass, I saw headlights. The Salina group had caught up on the same road. We had somehow gotten ahead of 'em.
We motored on and ultimately wound up in Sylvan Grove right on time coming down into it from the North off of hwy 18 that goes buy it and on over to Lucas.
The place had a couple of specials for us to choose from. Both looked good but took forever. The waitress bless her heart, hadn't let the overnite drugs wear off and fouled up nearly every order. The cook failed to check in the menu board as to what was offered on each special and some of us suggested the waitress might just try and actually write down on a piece of paper what each customer wanted rather than try to recall it between halucinations. We were passing about plates that seemed to match what each of us ordered as closely as possible and finally all of us did get fed.
During table conversaton, Pat did indicate that he indeed hit the big black dog that ran up out of the ditch and it bent his 'crash' bar to the degree it prevented the use of his rear brake pedal. That's how come he pulled over to stop when I had failed to see his headlight. I turned around and came back just as he had finished his minor repair and the Salina guys just showed up. They just missed seeing it happen.
Like I keep saying, these lunch rides are just slap dab full of excitement! If 'ya don't go, 'ya just might miss something. I can't be in all places at all times but I'll try to keep 'ya up on what I know. Inquiring minds wanna know, right?
Oh, I almost forgot, you can't let 'yer guard down with this group. As I came out of the cafe, they were all hovering about my bike pointing to a spot beneath my engine. I had just the day before, changed the engine oil, the gearbox oil and the differential oil. A full third more than any other bike in my arsenal as far as I know.
There was a fresh pool of something directly beneath my gearcase but I couldn't let them think I was concerned after all the tricks I've played out on these guys so I just shrugged it off and headed for home. But, believe you me, I heard noises every mile on the way back. Just as I pulled into the garage I got that old manual out and retraced every step and checked every bolt just to prove to myself I had done it right. They didn't have me fooled for one minute with that fake puddle of oil.....no they didn't!