Posts tagged: sun

When the sun sets on the Twin Cities

Headed out last night to meet up with RL and knock out some ride plans. Ended up hanging indoors waiting for the sun to go down. Eventually it cooled down and we put on some miles, cruised along the mississippi, down grand, up university (almost lost it around 27th where I fishtailed through some loose gravel), and through northeast. RL has a kick ass camera and grabbed a bunch of shots while we held up a Holiday gas station.

Picture Perfect Day!

Great weather. The sun is shinning and my grass is green. Time to roll out Eric’s XS bar hopper for some pics. Bike is coming along steady. Rear wheel is finally spaced out along with caliper. Tank is on and we’re just ironing out his ignition and the pesky xs650 charging system. Coming up is his custom brake line, rear fender, and taillight. From there, he’s on his way.

Outside Civilization

Almost 300 miles today. The sun hid behind the clouds keeping the temperature low. Never broke 55 degrees. On the outskirts of civilization, the Tower Cafe serves me the chili and coffee while the waitress tells us stories of her motorcycle and moose experiences. We blast off. Still headed north. 20 miles from the Canadian border without passports gives us good reason to come again. Headed south through the twists and turns along route 1.  Plenty of miles left with no reason to stop in sight. More to come – the chopper blog.

Minneapolis Joyride

Was out riding through Minneapolis the other night. Managed to snap a pic or two of my world flashing by. Sun was down and the street lights were guiding me home. Nothing like blasting down the highway with no one crowding you. I’m getting pumped for our ride into Canada coming up this month.

A True Barn Find – “Senior”

I used to work at a motorcycle junkyard on the east coast. The yard was nce an old hatchery. Anyone who has any idea what working on a hatchery farm will tell you that chicken sh*t is one of the most foul smells imaginable. Every summer, the sun would beat own on the tin-roof coops and warm that familiar smell. I was in one of the old office building going through boxes of parts. I found this picture at the bottom of a box marked “Senior.” I remember looking at the picture and thinking, “that’s a keeper.” It’s now in a little frame in the shop just above one of my antique presses.