North Central Kansas Weekly Ride 6/2/22
Posted: Fri May 27, 2022 5:19 pm
On the way back from Osbourne I stopped in Tescott to check out the Lumberyard (Formerly the Branding Iron, formerly Someplace). I scheduled with them for Wednesday, then went merrily on my way. Well, it looks like the weatherman isn't done with his juggling act quite yet. He's now saying that Wednesday has an 85% chance of thunderstorms. 
I just called them and rescheduled for THURSDAY. So far it looks good for then.
So far the forecast is looking pretty good for Thursday. Mid 70s and 5% chance for rain. I'm just sitting here and staring blankly at the TV and trying my best to tolerate a can of what is arguably the worst excuse for ginger ale ever. I usually drink iced tea but today the city decided to roil up all the gunk in the water mains and sent it to the homes in the neighborhood. So for the next day or two my water doesn't flow. It just kind of sits there and undulates. If you look closely enough it looks like it has legs. For the price they charge they should be pumping Champaign. Be that as it may. It's a sad time at our house. I lost one of my canine roomies on Sunday.
I had the deck door open for ventilation with a baby gate blocking exit to the outside to keep the dogs in. My Chihuahua Jasmine, jumped over it when I wasn't looking and got into the back yard off leash. She found her way out of the yard and by the time I realized she was out, she had gotten up to Centennial and was hit by a car. I spent about an hour looking for her after midnight. I was walking north on Centennial on the southbound side when my flashlight picked her up lying on the shoulder. So now it's just Fritz and I. He's been a little mopey wondering where Jasmine is. She is missed.
It looks like a short ride to Tescott so we will be leaving from the Iron Skillet @ 11:30.
TIME....................12:00
Here it is.............. The Lumberyard
100 N Main St
Tescott, KS 67484
(785) 283-4400
Facebook Page............https://www.facebook.com/TheLumberyardK ... e_internal
Web Page.............
Map site..........https://tinyurl.com/wd4hsez
I'd like to start by thanking everyone who offered their condolences, either on the page or in person, over my loss of Jasmine. She was one of the sweetest and most loving dogs I've ever had.
This week's adventure started yesterday. It had been about a year since I took Fritz on a ride. I didn't think he'd remember what it was. But when I asked him if he wanted to go on a ride on the bike, he perked up and started to get excited. I told him it wouldn't be until tomorrow. That he didn't understand.
Well with the weather threatening on Wednesday I decided to do my annual chain saw massacre, and cut down all the saplings that seem to spring up over night. First I had to go to the hardware store and get a new plug for the extension cord I cut to wire on to the lift motor. That in hand I fixed the extension cord. I dug out chain saw and adjusted the chain. I hit the trigger and it immediately spit the chain off. Back to the garage to fix that. My frustration meter is on the rise. I took the cover off and that's when things started going sideways. The nut that holds the cover on vanished into thin air. It was no where to be found. WHERE THE HELL COULD IT BE?!? I JUST HAD IT IN MY HAND!! The frustration meter is now seriously in the red, and it looks like the safety valve is stuck closed. A little relief was when I found a nut that looked right. It wasn't It destroyed the threads on the stud. I went through my stash of nuts only to find I had nothing to match. This project is in a full nose dive in full after burner. Now I'm starting to hear creaking and hissing from the pressure vessel containing my frustration and the meter is pegged in the red. 
The thread pitch on this stud was 27 threads per inch (TPI). OK. I resign myself to another trip to the hardware store. After searching every threaded fastener in the store, the closest I could come was 28 TPI. Now this 2 minute job has morphed into an total disassembly of the chain saw. The stud in question is not available as a separate part. It comes as part of the motor assembly. 
Now I'm ready to kill anything that moves. My only option is to get on the lathe and carve one up. I'm now 2 hours into this two minute project. After my first attempt to make the stud resulted in the generation of scrap, the second attempt was successful.
Finally the safety valve opened and the frustration meter dropped to zero. Having enjoyed all that I could stand I called it a day.
This morning Fritz was on his game early. He knew what day it was. With several hours before launch time, I had a few loose ends to tie up that required going out to the garage. Not the least of which was prepping the bike for Fritz. Every time I went out the door Fritz threw a fit screaming WAIT! YOU FORGOT ME!! I got the pet carrier but could only find 1 bungee cord. That wasn't going to do it. The only option I had was to use my cam lock tie downs. It's crude but effective. By the last trip to the garage the word "STAY" lost all meaning to Fritz. He stayed in the garage like he was defending it from Genghis Khan and his invading Mongol hoard. With all the necessary flotsam and jetsam loaded on the bike, Fritz and I headed to Dillon's to sign over my first born for a tank of gas. I was number 3 to arrive at the Skillet after Dave Soper and Denny Sexton. While Fritz stretched his legs, five more rolled in and it was time to go. We headed out and enjoyed a perfect albeit short ride. This was shaping up to be a great day and the weatherman didn't let us down. Pulling in to Tescott about half the crowd was there and empty parking spots were somewhat scattered. Everyone managed to find a spot to park in. I got Fritz settled and started shooting pictures. There was a fair amount of tire kicking going on and bikes were still coming in. I was just wrapping up the photo mission when diesel Dave rolled in. After more tire kicking and lie swapping the last few of us went in. Inside we had pretty much packed the joint and we kept the the short handed staff hopping. As usual I was last to get my order in and some were filtering out before I got my order. But it was worth the wait. The bacon cheese burger was thick and juicy. It seems that I'm a creature of habit in that I finished my burger forgetting about Fritz. Oh well. He got a half can of dog food when we got home. I settled up and went to gather up Fritz who had lost most of his shade by then. He didn't seem to mind though as I found him lying in the sun thoroughly enjoying it. A little more chatter and most of the crowd had pulled out so we mounted up too. Just for variety I opted for the southern route down Brookville Road to State street and home. Another great ride on the books.
I just called them and rescheduled for THURSDAY. So far it looks good for then.So far the forecast is looking pretty good for Thursday. Mid 70s and 5% chance for rain. I'm just sitting here and staring blankly at the TV and trying my best to tolerate a can of what is arguably the worst excuse for ginger ale ever. I usually drink iced tea but today the city decided to roil up all the gunk in the water mains and sent it to the homes in the neighborhood. So for the next day or two my water doesn't flow. It just kind of sits there and undulates. If you look closely enough it looks like it has legs. For the price they charge they should be pumping Champaign. Be that as it may. It's a sad time at our house. I lost one of my canine roomies on Sunday.
I had the deck door open for ventilation with a baby gate blocking exit to the outside to keep the dogs in. My Chihuahua Jasmine, jumped over it when I wasn't looking and got into the back yard off leash. She found her way out of the yard and by the time I realized she was out, she had gotten up to Centennial and was hit by a car. I spent about an hour looking for her after midnight. I was walking north on Centennial on the southbound side when my flashlight picked her up lying on the shoulder. So now it's just Fritz and I. He's been a little mopey wondering where Jasmine is. She is missed.
It looks like a short ride to Tescott so we will be leaving from the Iron Skillet @ 11:30.
TIME....................12:00
Here it is.............. The Lumberyard
100 N Main St
Tescott, KS 67484
(785) 283-4400
Facebook Page............https://www.facebook.com/TheLumberyardK ... e_internal
Web Page.............
Map site..........https://tinyurl.com/wd4hsez
I'd like to start by thanking everyone who offered their condolences, either on the page or in person, over my loss of Jasmine. She was one of the sweetest and most loving dogs I've ever had.
This week's adventure started yesterday. It had been about a year since I took Fritz on a ride. I didn't think he'd remember what it was. But when I asked him if he wanted to go on a ride on the bike, he perked up and started to get excited. I told him it wouldn't be until tomorrow. That he didn't understand.
Well with the weather threatening on Wednesday I decided to do my annual chain saw massacre, and cut down all the saplings that seem to spring up over night. First I had to go to the hardware store and get a new plug for the extension cord I cut to wire on to the lift motor. That in hand I fixed the extension cord. I dug out chain saw and adjusted the chain. I hit the trigger and it immediately spit the chain off. Back to the garage to fix that. My frustration meter is on the rise. I took the cover off and that's when things started going sideways. The nut that holds the cover on vanished into thin air. It was no where to be found. WHERE THE HELL COULD IT BE?!? I JUST HAD IT IN MY HAND!! The frustration meter is now seriously in the red, and it looks like the safety valve is stuck closed. A little relief was when I found a nut that looked right. It wasn't It destroyed the threads on the stud. I went through my stash of nuts only to find I had nothing to match. This project is in a full nose dive in full after burner. Now I'm starting to hear creaking and hissing from the pressure vessel containing my frustration and the meter is pegged in the red. The thread pitch on this stud was 27 threads per inch (TPI). OK. I resign myself to another trip to the hardware store. After searching every threaded fastener in the store, the closest I could come was 28 TPI. Now this 2 minute job has morphed into an total disassembly of the chain saw. The stud in question is not available as a separate part. It comes as part of the motor assembly. Now I'm ready to kill anything that moves. My only option is to get on the lathe and carve one up. I'm now 2 hours into this two minute project. After my first attempt to make the stud resulted in the generation of scrap, the second attempt was successful.Finally the safety valve opened and the frustration meter dropped to zero. Having enjoyed all that I could stand I called it a day.
This morning Fritz was on his game early. He knew what day it was. With several hours before launch time, I had a few loose ends to tie up that required going out to the garage. Not the least of which was prepping the bike for Fritz. Every time I went out the door Fritz threw a fit screaming WAIT! YOU FORGOT ME!! I got the pet carrier but could only find 1 bungee cord. That wasn't going to do it. The only option I had was to use my cam lock tie downs. It's crude but effective. By the last trip to the garage the word "STAY" lost all meaning to Fritz. He stayed in the garage like he was defending it from Genghis Khan and his invading Mongol hoard. With all the necessary flotsam and jetsam loaded on the bike, Fritz and I headed to Dillon's to sign over my first born for a tank of gas. I was number 3 to arrive at the Skillet after Dave Soper and Denny Sexton. While Fritz stretched his legs, five more rolled in and it was time to go. We headed out and enjoyed a perfect albeit short ride. This was shaping up to be a great day and the weatherman didn't let us down. Pulling in to Tescott about half the crowd was there and empty parking spots were somewhat scattered. Everyone managed to find a spot to park in. I got Fritz settled and started shooting pictures. There was a fair amount of tire kicking going on and bikes were still coming in. I was just wrapping up the photo mission when diesel Dave rolled in. After more tire kicking and lie swapping the last few of us went in. Inside we had pretty much packed the joint and we kept the the short handed staff hopping. As usual I was last to get my order in and some were filtering out before I got my order. But it was worth the wait. The bacon cheese burger was thick and juicy. It seems that I'm a creature of habit in that I finished my burger forgetting about Fritz. Oh well. He got a half can of dog food when we got home. I settled up and went to gather up Fritz who had lost most of his shade by then. He didn't seem to mind though as I found him lying in the sun thoroughly enjoying it. A little more chatter and most of the crowd had pulled out so we mounted up too. Just for variety I opted for the southern route down Brookville Road to State street and home. Another great ride on the books.
