Mid-West Mini-Fest Saturday Part 5

The rain caused more carousing than riding for sure.


This happens on the dirt road construction bypass.


Beth was there.


She lent Betty a proper pair of knickers.


I don't think KentR is convincing him that he's telling the truth.


Electrical issues, ugh.


"Still raining?" "Yep, still raining."


Hardcore redneck meteorology. 1. Collect rain in your camping pot. 2. Mark depth by holding your pocket knife. 3. Measure depth with finger knuckles.


Every shovelheader's everyday carry includes a masterlink.

Mid-West Mini-Fest Saturday Part 4

Back at the Hill. Fritz is having some type of brake issues.


"Hey Tim, don't leave your phone laying around like you did in Florida."


"Cheeseman made a special plate for Mark's blacksmithing business. Happily Hammered.


Mark approves.


Looks great under that anvil.

Mid-West Mini-Fest Saturday Part 3

We barely made it to breakfast at the restaurant before the rain started coming down in sheets.


We hung out at the restaurant for quite awhile and the rain just wouldn't quit. So we went shopping at the trading post.


Anyone that has a wrench like this has a very good reason for having a wrench like this.





Bear traps and black powder.


The craziest thing about about the shopping trip was Columbus' new cane. Columbus' old bike had a cane and carrier attached. Well the e-start on his "new" springer softail had quit on his ride out from South Dakota, but luckily it had a five speed kicker on it. After a day or two of kicking, his ankle was hurting and he spied this cane in the corner of the store. He picked it up and tried it out and loved it. "How much?" he asked. The old man in the store said that's my cane. Columbus had a dejected look, but before he could put it down the old man replied "7 bucks." "Sold."

After all that shopping and still no end to the rain in sight, we went to the tavern next door. If you're in Wisconsin and go to a tavern that doesn't have one of these signs, then don't go in. So it was just Columbus and I nursing a beer for like two hours and having a very late lunch. I was a little bummed that I wasn't seeing the other folks that I only see a few times a year, but honestly, I don't get to sit and talk all afternoon with Columbus since he moved to South Dakota. So it was still a great day.

Mid-West Mini-Fest Saturday Part 2

Mark's got the meat.


It just takes time.


This picture was an accident, I only include to prove there was some blue sky on Saturday.


Paul found a comfy spot to sleep.


Nobody motorcycle camps likes Pib.

Mid-West Mini-Fest Saturday Part 1

Early Saturday morning.


#nofilter





This one had a filter

Mid-West Mini-Fest Friday Part 12

KentR seemed to think the Fire was better than the Vanilla.


Fading fast.


Nope, he's back with us.


Huckster was getting a little Pentecostal after being filled with the spirits.


Betty was still ready to party.


Still with  the big moon.


Still going strong.

Mid-West Mini-Fest Friday Part 11

The Usuals doing the usual.


Kevin doesn't remember why his finger smells like it does.





I think the health department requires a chest net for this type of thing. Don't burn yourself, Terry.


I didn't get a great picture, but this was a toast to Wilks's Father-in-law that passed just before the weekend and to Wilks who was not able to come out to the mini-fest.


Mark shows everyone how to be limp-wristed.


Terry found the bottle of ice cold Dr. McGillicuddy's Vanilla.


That's ice cold...


and tasty.