It’s really Tuesday morning so I will have to go back in time to get caught up
Saturday – the fun continues. Here’s we’re we boone dock. Boone dock like on dirt and nothing nearby - nothing. Well, maybe a 30 minute bike ride. No thanks. When we got here nobody was around but that changed even more than you can see here. It was still great.
It was bike show/contest time. Mark entered his 1983 BMW and me my 1981 Honda 110 Trail. By there standards we were pretty new. Most bikes were pre 1970 and even got a few in the 1907 era. Most were in the 50’s and 60’s. No Harleys! We didn’t when but it was fun at least saying we entered. Here are some bikes….
I finally went to bed about 11:30 PM. and no Very little noise and no routies.
Sunday – we were on our way at 9 AM with 275 miles of Texas back roads. About half way Mark’s RV starting blowing white smoke and a lot of it. He went to the side of the road. It ended up he blew a transmission line. No problem for Mark. He fixed it and had two bottles of fluid to get him home. On the way home we had an idiot in a brand new looking red Cadillac pass us on the shoulder. We’re doing 55-60 mph. Well, he passed Mark. Mark told on the CB what he had done to him. He came up on me, still on the shoulder, and I wiggled the trailer. Then I wiggled it every time he got within a few feet of passing me (him on the shoulder). I think he got the hint! Oh well, everyday you see idiots on the road. This was a rare one.
We get back to Livingston and all is well. That night Mark & I had a campfire for the Oktoberfest people. Oktoberfest starts tomorrow. We had a nice little turnout and a lot of stories. We let them tell there's.
Retirement you make more decisions and don’t get paid for any good ones.