In This Issue
- The Rally Issue
by our roving reporter, Randall Eggert
Martin Regional Library – 2601 S Garnett Rd – Tuesday, October 14th, 7 p.m.
Three major items to cover this meeting.
Synopsis and review of the annual Indian Nations Rally held at Gobbler’s Ridge in Greenleaf State park. How was it preceived? What did we do right? What did we do wrong? What can be done to fix any issues? I expect a lot of discussion.
Looking into the club’s ByLaws in choosing next year’s officers.
Starting a search for this year’s Christmas dinner. Usually paid for by the club’s coffers.
Demo of a Therm-a-Rest LuxuryLite Cot – No more sleeping on the ground!
The club’s first Breakfast ride was meeting at QuikTrip at US-75 and OK-20 north of Tulsa for a leisurely ride to Barnsdall to a small cafe there. Jeff Hill, Gary Sharp, myself and Dave Carter showed. A separate write up of this trip was done and distributed. We had a good time swapping stories and comparing notes.
The next was meeting at QuikTrip on 49th West Ave before the Turner Turnpike. Just Gary Sharp and I. Our plan was to ride to the dealership in OKC for their 4th Saturday Waffle Breakfast. With only the two of us, weather predicting in the upper 90s in the afternoon, and me not quite conditioned to summer in Oklahoma yet, I suggested a shorter, alternate plan, and Gary took us down to Sugar britches Cafe and Bakery where it wasn’t too busy, they did a better job with the eggs than Barnsdall, right at the corner of OK-97 & OK-66, and the old stamped tin ceiling from buildings approaching 100 years old. Good food, not too busy. I spoke too soon, as business started picking up as we were leaving.
Next was a ride to I forget. Met at Kum & Go at Skelly and Yale after a brief rain buzzed through town. The sky was nearly clear and the rain had cooled it comfortably off. No one showed. We were going someplace around Tenkiller, was the plan.
The author met with Gary Sharp on Labor Day at Savoy’s where he claims they have great sausage gravy. They do, but only dole out less than a ladle full into the tiny bowl that isn’t enough to cover their wondrous breakfast biscuits. Rant off. I’m down there about 15 minutes early, and see this strip mall at the corner of 61st and Sheridan covered in cars. “Hey! It’s Labor Day! These businesses aren’t open yet, or today!” This is the draw of Savoy’s. Gary shows up and we pop inside and pull a number to get seated in sequence. Beverages ordered and in comes Dave. Not our Dave, Gary’s Dave, from around the corner where he lives. Dave’s claim to fame is he is a “Professional Amateur” in the stringed instruments category. Just got back from Branson were he and his buds got up on stage to jam and perform with the others. Dave IS really into it, as I made use of the little room off the side of the laundry and found 4 fiddles hanging opposite the throne, which he says he plays while in there. Next time I hear of him playing, I’m going to attend.
Gary, running around, accumulating miles on his BMW is his favorite activity, rode up to Pryor and the old homestead of 10 years past. Went to the industrial park in Pryor and was taking selfies of he and his bike and the businesses that have set up there. In doing the Google server property and their big sign in front, he was quickly greeted with the armed services that Google employs. Asking them to take a picture of he and his bike was about equivalent to Snow White taking a bite of the poisoned apple the Wicked Witch was offering. Gary offered that security is so tight, they don’t even allow employees to park on the grounds, instead bussing them from a nearby lot.
Our meals paid for, we head out through the throng of those waiting. We only had to wait for 3 ahead of us at 9. Now I’m sure the count in the queue is over a dozen. The people standing at our only exit seemed to act like the proverbial deer with the headlights in their eyes. From there, we proceed in a group back to their neighborhood, have our group picture taken by Dave’s wife, and Gary and I head out again as he is wanting to tour again. I’ve got things to do in the afternoon, so head home to pick up all the dried up needles the pine trees have dropped in the back. OH! something else. While waiting on change, who should walk up but Dale Morey! Still living in B.A., still doing gutters. We chat a bit, and he offers his vehicles to assist in transferring Rally gear to our event at the end of this month.
Since Gary and his wife are toddling around Montana, I haven’t been riding as much. I do think we need to establish a fixed location and a fixed day and time to get these rides with more participants. Still, I had a good time. Now I gotta go walking to work off those pounds.
Other than keeping a surplus balance with the state, the PikePass gets me through the state with no issues. No fumbling for money while in line. Recently, however, the sensors have been ignoring or flagging me as going through the gate without paying. I recently moved my PikePass device to a zippered sleeve on my jacket to see if I would get improved results. No. Upon reporting my issues to the local PikePass office, they asked how my plastic box was positioned on the bike. Huh? I heard that it could almost be carried under the oil pan and it would be read. Not so. The antenna within the PikePass box must be parallel with the antenna under the overpass or in the toll gate. I’ll test on Tuesday, but this is what I think they mean.
So, in the future, I need to insure it doesn’t twist around from a horizontal position, and perhaps I won’t have an Officer chasing after me for toll violation.
On Tuesday the 9th, I got a chance to check it out. I’ve been to Bentonville twice before, using the turnpike east to the state line and had trouble coming and going each way. The pike pass just would not read. THIS TIME, I correctly oriented my pike pass and I got 3 good reads of “THANK YOU” heading east. So, it sounds like the recommendation worked. At least for me.
With 14 present, and a several texting in and stating they couldn’t make it, it would have been a good crowd. It was a good crowd. Mr Hill show up with his better half and she sounded like she would fit into our group with no problem. While Rex was discussing our Rally and getting firewood, Jeff volunteered a location to get some to burn in the campground’s pit Friday and Saturday night.
John and Rex discussed Movie Night and the equipment for the sound. Might not be a bad idea to connect everything together in John’s back yard to insure all the pieces are there and good to go for the event. Also need a microphone for the event’s awards and door prizes.
Rex has ordered 150 shirts of varying sizes, included the more expensive 2XL & 3XL shirts that some clamor for. Unfortunately the costs are substantially higher on those which will have to be passed on to the consumer. We ended up selling all the shirts last year, so hopefully all stock will be depleted this year also.
Norma Jo and Angie Person have come up with an alternate breakfast after seeing the facilities available to us at the Hoot Owl Pavilion. They are just inadequate to mass produce the cakes needed. Our pancakes have become biscuits with butter and jelly or gravy with or without sausage. There goes my weight again.
We’ve found some of the drink dispensers we used last year, along with ice chests that will be more critical this year since we don’t have access to a walk in refrigerator, freezer, or an ice maker. There are three Twice the Ice coin operated machines within 10-12 miles in multiple directions.
Also discussed was how many quarters does it take to start the hot water in the showers, how long does each quarter last, and does it shut off just the hot water or the entire shower. Hey! I’d rather be hit with cold water rather than being nekkid with soap in my eyes, as I’m looking for quarters in my pants pocket for quarters to feed the machines. This is info that should be handed out with the rally packet.
The Rally Chairpeople will be having additional meetings to work out the details and finalize. Should anyone wish to attend, contact Rex, John, Norma Jo, or me.
The rally t-shirts sold out fast. But you can still score some event apparel from our partner, Cafe Press. The best part is you can order long-sleeve shirts, hoodies or a barbecue apron!
To create your own custom one-off shirt visit our Indian Nations Rally storefront.
Other Rally Report
Annual Dakota Fall Classic Rally near Fort Ransom, ND. I’d been looking at this rally for several years. I wanted something unique and a bit out of the way to go to. This little rally, 800 miles away seem to fit the bill. I took off almost at 11 o’clock in the morning on a Thursday. it was in the 60s and I didn’t know, but it would stay there all day, making it pleasant ride in the saddle. Straight up highway 75 I had very little traffic most of the way up. Going through Topeka it picked up the traffic of the town and I got a little busy. Stopped for gas and vittles, I continued on my way to about 70 miles south of Omaha where my route took me across the Missouri River and jumped on the interstate into the Nebraska city. I pulled into a rest stop to plug him my best choices for motels and chose one on the GPS and allowed it to carry me somewhat into town a bit further than I wanted to go for a cheaper place. Unfortunately, it was their rush hour, but with an 8 lane interstate, everyone had plenty of opportunity to get around me. This was great for my age because right next door is a Perkins. Soft food with a discount for us over 55. (This will not appeal to the younger folks in our club.) On the telly they have the channels I don’t get at home, and caught the last half of one movie and the first have of another before declaring lights out.
Woke up the next morning with the sound of rush hour (the early one), and looked out to see light rain disturbing the reflection of water in the parking lot. Flipping on the Weather Channel’s radar, I see streaks of clouds drifting across the city, so I figure I can have breakfast, pack up and get back out on the interstate going north in one of those gaps between the clouds. I was right, it worked out that way. I did get rained on heading north, but at this time, I don’t mind when I’m already on the bike. The electric jacket is doing its job of keeping me warm in the wet 47 degree temps.
Some 30 miles north, the speed jumps to 75 and I stare at the GPS as it says my next turn is 375 miles away. Oh! Joy! Almost 400 miles of doing 75 with a bit of a headwind and Lexuses, Infinities, Toyotas, and Chryslers feeding their egos by saying “I can pass that motorcycle”. Still, I thank BMW for sticking a cruise control near my left thumb. I think I filled up twice along this stretch, and my last stop, saw a couple of GSes cross my path as I was pulling out from the last gas on the super slab. Unbeknownst to me, I’d be talking with them at the rally more than anyone else. One fellow near my age and retired, the other, the youngest attendee who is doing now what I used to do in my career. I may see them again at Falling Leaf.
The turn to rural highway in North Dakota was like flipping a light switch. After the nearby town, the road climbed into the hills and snaked in and out of a number of ponds and small lakes, probably positioned by the glaciers. Again, I was mostly alone and enjoying myself. About 100 miles of this. The sign on the highway says, ‘turn here’, and a couple of miles later, down a 25 mph hill/curve, I’m in the town of Fort Ransom. Seems to be oriented to Crafts and Hunting. Out the other end, I follow the arrow to the BMW event another couple miles away to the park entrance of the same name.
Unlike ours, this seems more oriented to people of the area who get little chance to see each other except at this event. Of course, I win the longest attendee. Attendance was a whopping 49 and the sponsors do very well at keeping everyone happy. The large tent big enough for a couple of park picnic tables can be moved around to protect those inside from the bracing winds. (Friday night was predicted to be around 37, so I took BOTH sleeping bags and was happy, except for the short trips outside in the middle of the night. I fortunately kept a little distance from the outhouse, and was not far from the brush from the mowed area to keep my trips short.
After snacks, coffee, tea, hot chocolate, juice for breakfast, a number gathered for the 30 mile ride to Valley City on I-94 for a pizza buffet they were holding for us. Along the way, some smart landowner had put an outhouse about 100′ up the side of a hill near the highway. Yes, I did mean UP. Afterwards, I joined up with 4 others to go further north and ended up at one of the ICBM control stations that had been dismantled after the cold war. It is now a museum that takes a 4 minute elevator ride to get down to. It is not really that deep, the elevator is that slow. It consisted of an above ground support station, and two pods down some 90′ with 4 or 40 ton blast doors. One is full of support equipment – air, water, cooling, emergency generator, the other having the two people crammed into it. Twenty-four hours at a time. One cot. Someone has to be up. They joke up there, but are serious when they say at one time North Dakota was the most powerful nation in the world.
From there it was a 70 mile ride back to camp. Half the crew stopped off in Valley City to gas up and joined us later. Dinner consisted of beef or venison stew done in cast iron pots over a campfire. We went to another facility in the park, big barn like structure with picnic tables inside for dinner and awards afterwards. Later I heard that the previous year when it rained all day Saturday, the park crew got the passenger van out and transported everyone to this building to find refuge from the storm. This weekend was great, maybe making it up to 60 once on Saturday. Everyone gathered around the campfire for stories and folk singing from one of the fellows who had transported one of his banjos on his GS. (His wife in the car transported the other.) I turned in after dark and to get away from the chilling breeze. Not as cold on Saturday. There was talk about the Northern Lights could be seen as far south as Kansas, but I didn’t see anything. This place was definitely not affected by ‘light pollution’ and I could see the Milky Way very clearly.
The chill in the air on Sunday morning makes me move kind of slow. My retired bud was not wanting to go home, but pondering western South Dakota before heading back to St Paul. (Saturday morning, the folks in Western South Dakota woke to 6″ to 12″ of snow in their vicinity!) I didn’t have everything together and packed until slightly before 11, so I didn’t get out of there quickly. I think the fellow pondering going to South Dakota shot himself in the foot, as he would have to made better time than me, and he hadn’t left by 11. To avoid I-29 going back to Omaha, I stayed west and did state and federal two lanes going south, the first 60 miles duplicating my trip up there. Again through lakes and ponds going south, I figure the range on my bike by running the tank’s “Distance To Empty” to zero and go another 6-7 miles to find a station – the wrong way. Point to note. When it gets to zero, I’ve got about another gallon left. I did that two more times heading back.
I was further west in Kansas, coming down KS-99 which joins with OK-99 at the border. At lunch in Emporia, the weather is warming up, making the remainder of my ride less and less comfy, as it approaches 90 crossing into Oklahoma. Now I’m squirming around the seat, wondering when this ride is going to end, because it is no longer comfortable as I start sweating. It finally dawns on me I like the cool better than the heat. Even stuffed into the suit with the proper gear in the cold is more comfy. Time to order that new riding suit.
Indian Nations Rally
Again we were blessed with perfect weather.
Rex Brown, Norma Jo Quapaw, John Moore, Anita Person, Steve McClung, Randall Eggert, John Gonzales, Bruce Person, Myron Quapaw, Jeff Hill, Jackie Brown, Rebecca Hill are the members responsible for doing a successful 2014 Rally at Gobbler’s Ridge in Greenleaf State Park. The complements overwhelmed the complaints by a goodly factor, and will be taken into consideration for planning the next event. Our #1 expense was the facilities. People were overwhelmed, “I can camp anywhere?” Yes, anywhere. The three pay-per-use showers (one was broke) seemed adequate for the 124 people who showed up to camp. The single toilet and sink per sex was built to complement the 50 motorhomes and vacation trailer’s bathrooms, so that was inadequate. All our campers were within 25′ or less of an electrical outlet, should they have desired, as each RV pad had one. And water! Our #2 expense of BBQ dinner for Saturday night drew comments such as, “If you’re having this next year, I’ll be here!” Then there was, “Last night’s slaw (Anita’s) was better than tonight’s.” Which in turn gave us ideas in a change of course for our next Saturday evening meal.
We provided a sheet declaring and giving instructions to Fin and Feather’s annual Craft festival about 8 miles down to 10A and to their location, however were not aware of the droves of people that flock to this event. Must be really nice. The town of Gore also used this weekend to have a city-wide Garage Sale, and others that ventured out from the park claimed garage sales were almost present at the end of each driveway in the surrounding area. I’m wondering if anyone made it over to Fayetteville for their Bikes, Blues and Beer…. no, that’s not right, festival.
We had a nice, laid back event. The activity of the day was a Bocce court cut in the grass and equipment and rules provided by Rex. I understand that I have to compete against Kendall for the Singles Rally Championship. With the wood provided by Jeff Hill’s farm, and brought by his wife in their pickup, the fire ring was well attended both Friday and Saturday nights for movies, awards, and just chatting. It worked out really well, and we left wood there for the next users.
Myron did a bang up job on the brats and dogs, but next year we may just do dogs, as the two require separate cooking times. Perhaps copy Falling Leaf in providing roasting sticks around the camp fire and let everyone do their own. Sides prepared by Norma Jo and Anita were delicious and totally consumed. Yum! Jugs provided by our members provided ice water and lemonade for the event and required little maintenance, as I said before, due to ‘perfect weather’. The kitchen crew kept the coffee and hot water vessels full while needed.
Friday night’s movie, an infomercial by Helge Peterson’s Globe Riders, did a stunning view of some of the terrain and features of Iceland. Gorgeous. Apparently well received. John’s projection system did a fantastic job with the video. One issue found out prior to Saturday night’s showing, were a number of bugs that attached themselves to the bright screen on Friday, got rolled up and scrunched in the screen when it was rolled up overnight. Ugh! Next year, I’ll bring a soft brush.
The stove provided by the park was burned in by Norma Jo to get rid of the new odor and lent itself in providing hot water, coffee, sausage gravy and cider for Sunday morning. The eggs went fast Saturday to the early risers despite the mass quantities she had gotten for the occassion, but biscuits and gravy were plentiful. I had the opportunity to chat with Norma Jo Sunday morning when lying awake in my tent when the lights in the Hoot Owl Pavillion clicked on. We had plenty of time to fill the vessels with 5 gallons before the first camper came in. She explained to me the extended effort of cooking and preparing for 2X the number of people. We need more volunteers for kitchen duty.
Awards were fun. I was ‘elected’ to do this, and I might have been able to do this without a hitch if I didn’t have multiple suggestions hitting me concurrently. I guess I’m like Gerald Ford. Couldn’t chew gum and walk at the same time. Still, our audience was great. Once I mastered the ‘Voice Projection’, and maintained it, everyone was happy. We had two added events to our festivities that made it a bit more fun. The Springfield BMW Club’s president’s bike broke down coming home from the National in St Paul. Myron and Norma Jo drove by with her R1200R on the trailer behind their motor home, and swapped his non-running bike for her running one and saved the day. Ken Foster – said President of Springfield, went the extra step to acknowledge the Quapaws by requesting and getting a Friends of MOA certificate to present to them during the awards. The hardest part was to keep all this info secret from Norma Jo until the rally. The award was well received!
One of our senior members…… no… our OLDest member, David Carter, will be celebrating his 90th in November, so the Duryeas (Jan and Harold) from Missouri came down, had the group sing ‘Happy Brithday’ to Dave, surprised him with a motorcycle oriented cake which was shared and consumed by the everyone, and hired a D.J. to play music for anyone who wanted to attend. His family spent most of the afternoon with him, chatting, giving rides with Great Grandpaw, even brought the clown bicycle that Dave had brought to a meeting to show that he could still ride a bicycle. At the South end of the park, the others got to see the unedited version of Caddyshack. I haven’t seen that version. 🙂
Despite Bruce walking around the campsite with a broom, pushing gravel off the asphalt, we did have a single incident. A fellow’s bike fell on its side while not supported by the sidestand. Fortunately it was on the grass. I’d still swap plastic pieces on his bike with mine.
- Long Distance Male – Jeff Green – 1,270 miles – Virginia Beach
- Long Distance Female – Muriel Farrington – 1,557 miles – Vermont
- Long Distance 2-Up – Kent Gallaway, Linda Brach – 950 miles – Wisconsin
- Oldest Male – Wayne Foster – Age 90 – Springfield, MO
- Most Senior Female – Muriel Farrington – Age 73 – Vermont
- Youngest Rider – Logan Pennington – Age 14 – OKC
The club needs a new location to store a number of items. The two insulated steel drink dispensers, the Bunn coffee maker, four or five boxes dealing with records and rally gear, and the club’s collection of plaques. What? 12 cubic feet? I’ll bring it up at the meeting and get a final inventory.
Falling Leaf Rally – Potosi, Missouri – Fri – Sun, Oct. 10, 11, & 12. About 352 miles from Tulsa. Usually our last outdoor event of the season. Watch the weather channel to insure you take adequate ‘insulation’.