Not every story told is always in the newsletter, for good reasons. However, more dirt about the club and members can be found on this page. If you have anything you want to share with the members, let Sutton know. Shoot, you could be famous and banned from the WCC.
A TALL TALE AWASHED IN PINTS OF ALE AND STOUT
Sir Lost a lot, Sir Willie Sutton and the mysterious Black Knight recently were notified by the page of Sir George Krug of an invitation to join Sir George at a local tavern where Sir George would relate his recent quest for the holy grail through numerous counties on the old continent of Europe. As the Knights of Blue from the burg of Grand Junction will recall, Sir George was a member of the local constabulary for many years before he transferred his membership in the Knights of Blue to the Burroughs of Ontario, Canada.
Sir George regaled those assembled with many adventures encountered as well as the results of several tournaments of arms sponsored by some of the various royal families. Sir George was victorious in some of the feats of arms and returned with several valuable trophies.
Sir George offered Sir Willie one of his trophies in return for various favors previously rendered. But upon seeing the unique time piece that Sir George had been presented by the King of Switzerland, Sir Willie declined to accept as he stated he had several similar items at his castle. Having won so many valuable trophies of silver and gold, Sir George insisted on sharing his bounty. The Black Knight also declined as he felt the time piece would just not match his black armor and black under garments.
Sir George then offered the gift to Sir Lost a lot who readily accepted. Sir Lost a lot then commissioned paintings made of this magnificent gift. These paintings are attached. Lost a lot then pledged to Sir George to search his home Burg of grand Junction for a return gift. He specifically mentioned he would try to find a holy silver bell that Sir George could attached to his trusted steed that is told by the sooth-sayers to ward away the monsters of the road.
Upon completion of a few pints, the Knights went merrily along their way so Sir George could prepare to depart on another quest, this time to the land of smoke belching, raucous dragons and home of watery brews preferred by lesser Knights.
Respectfully submitted by your faithful scribe Sir Lost a lot.
The INFORMAL 141 Ride with George, observed by Sutton with Reed in attendance.
It’s a darn good thing this ‘ride’ was billed and advertised as an unofficial BK ride or we would have had way too many people showing up riding wheeled things of various number of wheels cuz even it was so advertised, Reed was positive it was a very important ride to escort a V.I.P from Canada to some lofty position in Europe or somewhere to attend some foreign convention or party or get-together to drink beer or all of the above. As it was Erick was the only BK III to show up, well not counting Sutton who always shows up for the stuff no one else shows up for and Krug who was going to do it no matter who went with him. George is that way.
It was discerning to be waiting at the popular CDOT barn without horses, but still called a barn, to watch a lone H.D. (that’s short for Davidkin Hardly) make the corner and come right in to where George is drinking coffee and I was watching. I didn’t expect anyone. Sort of like the official rides. George just blinked like “Who is this guy and what is he doing here?” But Erick didn’t care. He just got off his black H. D. and swaggered right up to George and stuck out his hand, still certain George was somebody important. I had to laugh.
When we were pretty darn sure no other bikes or trikes or whatever would show up, we/they saddled up and headed out toward Gateway. Then another H.D. pulled in behind us, a couple seeming intent to be a part of our party. So I let them between Reed and me and followed them to the junction with 141 and the Divide Road (bet you don’t have a clue where that is, but I do) where they pulled off. Dang, we just lost 25% of our group and didn’t have a clue who they were.
After pussy-footing leisurely (waiting for the Harley, Krug says) to Gateway, we had to stop at the 141 Cafe to remember the good old days when we could eat there and it was open. Not in that order. Some pictures for proof for those who may have been a part of the club when people rode, then a stop at the convenience store for some liquid and a snack. A couple of real old guys, probably in their 50s, were giving their V-Stroms a rest on the porch so we visited with them, kind of. No, they, the guys were on the porch. The bikes were … OK, you know. After a can of V8 and something difficult to describe we headed for Naturita. You know, I really expected George to ride a little faster than he did, but he is getting old and his German steed had 187,000 miles or so on it and a Harley was following him, but even so I was surprised when the V-Strom duo flashed by and disappeared in the distance. George never even blinked, just putted along at 70 like he had all day to get wherever he was taking us.
Well, I shudda known. He was taking us to Naturita where he had staked out a closed business where he could park, and us too, in front, off the street, so he could walk to the next door grocery for a can of StarBucks cappuccino. It takes a long time to drink something in a can filled with caffeine and no alcohol. So we kicked back, talked, and bugged Rupe while making fun of some guy in a beat up Ford PU dragging main looking for Rupe’s girl friend. Krug claims this guy overheard the phone call to Jim and wanted to meet Jim’s special lady. From what I heard, she is a real knock-out.
Finally,we woke Reed up to tell him Rupe told me on the phone that Erick's wife was locked out of his house. Erick said "There's no way, we never lock the patio" or something like that so I guessed Rupe was telling stories, kind of like he always does. Then we continued on the quest for something really interesting needing a picture taken so we could show we really did go where we will claim we went. Thus the stop at Dallas Divide for the snow photos. And, by the way, it was a lot colder there than in Uniweep Canyon.
I did happen to mention that there were several breweries in Montrose which should have been mentioned much earlier to cut the travel time in half. George did reach 80 a couple of times which terrified Erick, but he hung right in there all the way to the 2Rascals brewery. George immediately made friends with the huge crowd, like maybe 4, when he announced to the barmaid person “Who do I have to sleep with to get a beer?” It was touch and go wondering whether we would get beat up, kicked out, or served. As it turned out, it was a pretty good line, one I’ll never use because of the options.
So, some darn good hamburgers, cold brew, laughter, and goodbyes to all Georges’s new friends. The ones draping over the bar. I’m sorry you missed this fun ride. I know you did because everyone did. The next time George announces he is going to ride and you can go, go. It is worth it.