July 2013 Newsletter

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President: Dave Carter allrand4rw@sbcglobal.net
Vice President: Randall Eggert reggatss@gmail.com
Secretary/Treasurer: Norma Jo Quapaw myvtx1300c@gmail.com

  • Meeting Update
  • The NEOBMW Rally
  • Missouri State Rally
  • The Stolen Coffeepot
  • Classifieds

by our roving reporter, Randall Eggert

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Next Meeting: July 9, 2013 at Legends Barbecue – Owasso
Be there at 6:30 should you wish to order from the menu, the meeting starts soon thereafter at 7:00 when Dave gavels to order. Most likely the topics of conversation will be the next Indian Nations Rally and a club weekend event.   RSVP on Facebook

June Meeting 6/11/2013 Legends – Owasso
This was an interesting meeting.  At several minutes after the hour of seven, no one stood up to take the reins of all the conversations taking place, so I jumped in.  In my haste, I neglected to ignite the recorder.  As the meeting went, however, it would have been a lost cause and the meeting took place all over the room from nearly everyone.  Seemingly most of us had something to say about future events, and particular, past events, I.E., our Rally.

The primary rally instigator, Rex, had other schedules to fill, but Brad and a great number of older club members were there to fill in.

We made a profit.  Our primary goal was to just break even.  Guests kept showing up and registering.  Complements to the club on their selection of the site and the great weather.   See more below.

Welcome.

In getting access to the Gruber Lodge, Brad was handed the keys to basically the whole facility, and he just opened it up.  Thursday night, it was basically the rally crew and a couple of others who arrived early.   After Steve and I were taught how to play Bocce Ball by Rex and Brad. Steve clearing out a playing field about 2.5 to 4 meters in width, and 27.5 meters in length with his gas powered weed trimmer. We were then trounced due to a lumpy field and the prior experience of the fellows who taught it to us.  Afterwards, we settled down in a circle around the campfire, sippin’ suds and pondering away.  I proposed we need to get more involved in doing a couple of private overnighters sometime during the year.  Norma Jo and Myron Quapaw have taken the reigns in putting on a Saturday afternoon feast, first in Spavinaw, then the following year in Osage State Park, were those who attended, came out, talked, ate, talked just a bit more, then headed home.   Almost the equivalent of wham, bam, thank you maam, and left the hosts in wonderment of where everyone went!

In doing a club campout, it will be a fairly private party where we can let our hair down, so to say.  Our success with the rally should allow the club to sponsor eats.

We discussed locations, Spavinaw, Osage, Birch Lake outside Barnsdall, re-renting Gruber Lodge ($$$), and I jokingly mentioned Black Mesa.  It was a nice feeling that Thursday prior to the rally among friends.  It needs to be done.

We discussed future rallies, the Missouri Rally, and a fair number were going to it.  I just returned from vacation and passed the Biltmore in Asheville, North Carolina and was seeing a number of Beemers there and abouts.  John Moore will have to tell you his experience there.  Top of the Rockies, and the MOA National in Salem, Oregon, with at least 4 members heading the 2,000 miles up that way.

2013 Indian Nations Rally – Braggs, OK

I Survived
I Survived the Indian Nations Rally

With some 45 people pre-registered, which included those from the club who would be responsible for putting it on, our desire of a profitable weekend did not look too favorable, but we were in good spirits.  We were going to have a good time, and show our guests a good time too.

The Gruber Lodge is high on a point overlooking the woods of Greenleaf State Park, and looks over one of the legs of  Greenleaf Lake.  It was just fabulous.   The grounds were maintained, perfect for camping, with lots of trees in the bright green of a wet spring in early June.  I don’t think it got much over 83 in the day, just perfect for daytime activities and sleeping outside.

As mentioned earlier, some were there early, using the grass to pitch their tents and going elsewhere or cooking their own food.  The bathrooms were open, so what else was necessary?

Steve McClung shows off the registration form.

Friday morning, people were gathering in front of the doors to the lodge as we were still setting up, organizing, and passing out responsibilities of who does what.  Despite the confusion, I think everyone was welcomed, forms were signed, and monies were passed.  Definitely the center of activity for the next two days.

Rex or Brad need to learn to make coffee.  The percolator (more on that later) was filled with grounds to the top level indicator, water put in, and the unit plugged in.  Only a true coffee addict likes it so strong the coffee gets up out of the cup and walks to him.  Once Norma Jo showed up with the Bunn coffee maker we diluted the stuff in the percolator twice to make it tolerable for the rest of the folks drinking it.

Can’t blame them, I don’t know how to make it either.   When I made coffee in the machines for Java Dave’s, I open the pre-measured packet, poured it into the basket, and pushed the button.

And still people kept coming.

We had a couple of Harley groups of 2 or 3 come by, look at the events, and ride off.  If they wanted to stay, I would have been happy to register them.

People's Choice Award Winner

Several bikes were on the sidewalk on the south side of the lodge for the People’s Choice judging.  There was even a Beemer side-car racing rig, where the hack rider lies on the floor of the car as they go speeding around the curves and straights.  Wonder how fast it looks when you’re 6″ off the pavement?  John Moore won the event with his beautifully restored orange R90S.  Rode it there too, but it took a trailer to get back home.

I locked myself in the kitchen with Jim Loggin, who planned to get Friday dinner on the table by 11 or noon.  Industrial cooking is different than home cooking.  We pour out a couple pounds of brownie mix, add the proper amount of water, and pop it into the oven.  The oven that didn’t work, as it wouldn’t get up to temp…. ever!  After the proper amount of time in there, the mix was still soggy.  Crank it up and throw it in again.  We do this again, and finally light the other oven and migrate the pans to that unit.  Although it is working correctly, the batter has had time to get warm and dry out, but not bake.  We ended up with very chocolate kickstand pucks.  They were good, but they needed a bit of chewing power.  Despite that, I don’t think we had any left over after the Friday meal.

Brad, armed with utensils.I got to learn some of the ins and outs of grill maintenance.  Yea!  The grill in the kitchen has some build-up on it, that needed to be properly removed.  Fortunately, they had grill cleaning pads (think non-soap S.O.S. pads about 1/8″ thick, in a 3″ by 6″ pad) that you put under a grill tool that allows you to push that pad all around the surface of the unit AFTER its been heated up with some oil for solvent.  I could have applied more pressure if I put the pads on the bottom of my shoes, but then we would have to remove gooey shoe material after the unit was scrubbed.  Anyway, we left the grill better looking than it was left to us.  It also handled the grilled, seasoned cabbage and pancakes the following morning.  The only other issues was controlling the heat.  With 4 (or was it 6?) burners under it, it would get HOT.  Too hot.

The other unit had 4 industrial sized burners for cooking.  Unfortunately, the pots provided were so big, you could only get two pots on top of it, by placing the pots on diagonal burners to get the fire under each properly.   Saturday, this would be a problem.  This unit’s oven worked like a hot water heater.  When it was off, it was off.  The first detent was to light the pilot.  Once going, you could then set the temperature.   Next year, bring long matches.

Running between the kitchen and the serving line, we seemed to provide refills at about the right time.  Brad was pushing the fried, seasoned, cabbage, few taking it willingly, but coming back for seconds once tasted!

After dinner, John’s friend from Atlanta volunteered for the kitchen cleaning crew, and when I checked in a while later, everything was clean and stacked to dry!  Wow!

More Chili!
Kitchen help was moving so fast- they were just a blur!

Saturday morning the alarm went off at 5:00 am. I met Jim heading for Brad’s tent, “The lodge is locked, Brad has the keys!” I showed Jim the secret entrance so we could start breakfast.  About when we got all the fixin’s ready, the overflow coffee drinkers were starting to show up at the side kitchen door from the front, “Where’s the COFFEE?”  These people are serious.

Got the butter, syrup, plates, napkins, flatware out from Brad, Rex, Steve, John and others, and breakfast was starting.  NOW we find out the grill is exceedingly hot.  The first ones off the griddle were a bit…. um…. black.  As the griddle was becoming re-seasoned for the task of pancakes, I was cleaning the spatulas as fast as Jim was using them, until he sharply informed me they were ‘seasoned’, leave ’em alone.    We ran out of mix, and had no more ingredients, and later heard of a complaint from the outside.    Next year, more stuff.

After breakfast was cleaned away, we started with the stock for the chicken for dinner.  I cleaned off 5 pounds of carrots, removing the grubby ends and insuring they were clean, and threw them into the pot.  “What?!  You did ALL of them?”, then proceeded with onions and other items.  Six whole roasters were added to the mix to cook during the day.

Later that day in the serving room, Jim and a volunteer were picking the bones out of the chickens for the night’s feast.  They had to be cooled down a bit to be handled.  Cooking sounds so inefficient.  Heat up, cool down, heat up – serve!  Fortunately we had more volunteers, 3 total to assist in getting dinner ready.  Jim used us all.

Afterwards, I had 4 rally goers stop me to tell me how well they liked us putting this on again, and how well they liked this place.  They will do word of mouth advertising and we can be sure to have more show up next year.

Mark your calendars for June 6-8, 2014.

2013 MotoMo Rally – Crane, MO

Speed Trap AheadThis was a nice ride over here, as I met with Bob McB Friday morning on US-412 east of Tulsa and did a round-about route to Bentonville to check in with the boyz there.  “NO LOANER BIKES FOR YOU TWO!”  Now is that a nice way to greet us?  It was hot but not excessively so.

Pulling into the park, we already found John G, Steve M, Rex B, Brad M, Kendall S, Bob G, Mike V, and I’m sure I’ve insulted someone else there who I did not mention.  Dave C, showed up on his R1100RT and I assisted in setting up his TeePee.

It was a warm weekend, allowing this writer to sit and do nothing as to not extend any effort in keeping cool, which was nigh on to impossible.  Upon nightfall, I gave a careful demonstration, entertaining the others around the burning incense, as to the most difficult way possible of assembling a Kermit chair.  I was successful, but did receive comments from others as such, “That is not they way they demonstrated it at the National.”

I purchased a new, inexpensive tent over winter and got to try it out.  Finally, I have one where either my head nor feet touch tent wall.  Left the goodie basket at home that hangs in the center and holds all the little items, but I was running minimal gear, so it wasn’t absolutely necessary.  The showers at MotoMo are roomy, unlike the Kansas rally’s at the state park where I don’t have elbow room.  Plenty of hot water, but due to the temp, probably most everyone is using very little.   Instead of benches against the wall, they’ve put in folding steelcase chairs to assist getting dressed.  The sinks could be plumbed for hot water and a mirror placed over each one, but it worked in getting the day’s grime off.

Photo by Bob GillispieSaturday a GS crew took off, as did another ride crew.  I had promised to provide Mrs. Bob at Bentonville assistance with the hamburger, hotdog, brats cookout at B. BMW, so with Bob in tow, I set the GPS and headed out.  Outside of town, I see a 3rd rider, Steve M has joined along.  Upon arriving, saw the string had extended to 4, as John G. had pulled in behind Steve.  He must have been riding stealth, as I never saw him until our arrival.  I must have set my GPS on ‘fastest’, as Kendall, Bob G, & Mike Vaughn, who left after us, were already there.  The feeding line got a slow start, but a line developed eventually, as we pulled in riders from the Springfield club and other locals not at the rally.  They had plenty for all.

Upon our return, Bob M. deviated to the town square of Centerton to indulge in the perfect Chocolate malt, as previously identified to him by John G, only to find our hopes dashed to find the fine emporium closed for the day.  Drat!  Still, we utilized the park benches in front of the store fantasizing about ice cold, frozen headache, malted drinks.   Shortly thereafter, returned to Crane, where I don’t remember much, other than Bob and I re-locating our tents to inside the park’s pavilion to eliminate morning dew on them when packing up the next morning.  Someone made a comment about the hard concrete and sleeping, but underneath the air mattress, it was perfectly flat with no protrusions to disturb my night.

Mr Dave C won the oldest rider – he’s getting good at that recently, the club won the highest club attendance, and rather than finding a place to eat, we wandered up Crane’s main street to partake in Ice Cream and Pie.  The usual crowd of town folks weren’t there, but the line at the ice cream stand did not show their absence.

The Stolen Coffeepot – A Story on Aging

I had put out requests to the club to provide equipment in running the rally.  John Gonzales provided two shelters, neither of which was used.  Perhaps next year.  Also was a couple of drink dispensers, which WERE used.  Bob McBratney provided a large coffee percolator, another larger drink dispenser, and a number of forks, knives, plates and dessert cups from their now shut-down B&B.  He and Sandy have finally retired too.

coffee-urnWednesday evening, dropped by Wilda’s to set up her van to haul most everything bulky to the rally grounds on Thursday.  Rex and I managed to remove the rear bench seat, and we transferred everything from my wife’s RAV4 to the back of Wilda’s van.   I swear Wilda grabbed a coffee maker in her garage and said we may need this, and it too was packed in.  Stay tuned – more on this later.

Thursday morning before the rally, I visited one of the big ice dispensers to insure the food we purchased at Sam’s would stay cold on the way to Gruber.   Norma Jo had identified their existence, and their product filled the bill.  Norma Jo said it was like herding cats as all 4 males were wandering around the inside of Sam’s discussing which of these items would best serve our needs, and/or which was the best value.   Jim was left alone to acquire the ingredients for the meals.  Wilda and Dave (on his bike) showed up in time to load everything up.  John G’s huge ice chest served the perfect transport for all things cold.   Dave was going to take off on his bike, Wilda was going to follow me in my car, and everyone dispersed.

Wilda and I got on I-44 with no problems, as she followed me out of Sam’s, north on Sheridan, and left through the light onto 41st and eastbound on I-44, then east on the B.A.  Settling into a comfortable speed, I lost Wilda.  I slowed, no Wilda, I slowed again, no Wilda.  I got on the Muskogee Turnpike, no Wilda.   Now I’m in a fix, as I can no longer turn around to go back.  Fortunately she had the foresight to exchange cell phone numbers before departing Sam’s.  After pulling over to a wide spot on the shoulder, the phone rings.  “Where are you?”  It was Wilda.   With all the traffic jockeying around to the best position, another car of similar shape, size and color had gotten between us, then proceeded off the expressway to a market in east Tulsa.   We got together again and headed with no other problems to Gruber.  But I get distracted.

At the lodge, I thought I remember someone saying we had 3 coffee machines (Plus the Bunn that Norma Jo was bringing up from the club’s storage) to use.   Despite all those available, we only used one.   When packing up Sunday morning, I packed up two and headed back to Tulsa.

Monday, I was at Wilda’s in Midtown Tulsa, unloading my stuff from her van.  John G had already been by to reclaim his equipment, so I just had a few things.   Going back later to Stone Bluff Acres, I offloaded the large drink dispenser and a coffee maker.   Now I still had another one left.   I finally figured out in my mind that this was the one we had loaded in the garage into the van prior to our trip Thursday down to the Gruber lodge.  I returned it to Dave at his girlfriend’s house.   “Nope, not mine”.  I get Wilda and Rex involved in my delusions about where this thing came from.  Rex mails me a picture of the machine in the kitchen at the lodge during our inspection tour, and sure enough, that is the exact one I foisted upon Dave.  Contacting the Army caretakers to explain we got theirs and they have ours, I agree upon a time to swap them out. The following day I get a follow-up reply that they don’t have one in the kitchen.   If they don’t, it makes me wonder how we managed to check out Sunday morning with the inventory inspection Brad had to go through to get signed out.   The machine we have in Tulsa, IS the Army’s, as confirmed by Rex’s picture.    Wilda says it is not her’s, doesn’t have one, and further more doesn’t want one.

When I drive down to swap out the machines, they confirm they have no machine to swap.  She didn’t want one anyway, and was prepared to tell them just to trash it if they did have one, but this works out too, so just return theirs.  Not until writing this article have I finally concluded that the coffee machine on the garage floor that got put into the van on Wednesday afternoon, was indeed the McBratney percolator that we had set down to remove the back seat of the van to make room for all the gear.

Next year, ALL items will be documented and accounted for, rather than taking up a leaky sieve in a compartment in my mind.  And if you, the reader is confused after reading this, that’s OK, I’ve still not put everything together, but everything is now where it should be, and the only thing that is gone is a bag full of towels that I know where they went, but that is another story.  I will have acquired more by next year’s event.

Classifieds 

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(405) 842-8579 or (405) 255-3498

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Sunbeam Red, 2,409 miles, Optional Kawasaki (Saddleman/Travelcade) Memory/Gel Seat, Original owner, Excellent Condition, $4,200.
(405) 842-8579 or (405) 255-3498

2009 BMW R1200GS
1,300 miles, extended warranty until July 2016, annual service just done, ABS, ESA, Htd grips, Onboard Computer, Hand Guards, Cast Wheels, Side Stand Foot, Givi hard bags and trunk, Givi engine guards, Sargent seat and stock seat, Front and Rear Mud-Slings, Fork Protectors, Drive Shaft Protector, Adventurer crossbar, Dimples magnetic drain plugs all 3 positions, Top and side tank protectors, “O” Ring grips, Wonderlitch throttle lock, $300 tool kit specifically for this bike, extra keys regular $100 each, 3 total, GPS and CB Radio that are detachable so when you run out of gas in the middle of nowhere you can find your way and call for help while away from the bike. Plus probably a few more do-dads I forgot to mention. Bought to ride once a year on the dirt roads at Sturgis but haven’t made it yet. Basically a brand new last year of the oil head where you can adjust the valves yourself. $16,000.
Contact john@jmooreou.com for info.

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One thought on “July 2013 Newsletter”

  1. Having attended all but one of the earlier Indian Nations Rallies, I had hoped to make it this year. The long term planning and hard work putting on a regional rally can be daunting.

    Since you have allowed me to follow your club’s newsletters, it has been a delight to read your goings on.

    Keep up the good work!

    Bill
    South Bossier Parish, Louisiana

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