Rides, ramblings and rants on a motorcycle.
- We are scientists, too!
7.03.2006,9:03 PM
Little Lazy Lake Loop
I took the dislocated clavicle for a ride. After staying home yesterday on ice, I was bored senseless. This was going to be a lazy ride.
Perusing through google and mapquest, I printed a few pages of maps, cut them to size and stuffed in my tank bag (need larger tank bag with bigger map window). Thought I would just start riding and see what beckoned.
A skip and a hop and I'm on FM730, then to 199 frontage road to fill up with gas. Entered on 199 S searching for Wells Burnet Rd. It wasn't where the google map indicated it should be; my Hillbilly GPS let me down again. I really need a bono-fide GPS one of these days.
Exiting 199 and backtracking, I stayed on the frontage road this time. All signs piont to Eagle Mountain Lake, but can you really get there from here?
Finally, I found a teeny bitty road sign that indicated "Wells Burnet Rd" hidden behind tree branches. Whew. Turn here.
I stopped at the Eagle Mountain Marina to get my first view of the lake. A good sized marina and not very busy. But nice looking sailboats everywhere. The water near the launches were fowl with ducks and geese hunting for bread crumbs.
Rode ontoTen Mile Bridge Rd
Turned N (left) onBoat Club Rd
This time I turned onto some of the side roads that are closer to the lake. Not finding any public parks, I stopped at the marinas, which were surprisingly quiet.
The first one I parked Whee and walked around to see if there was a picture anywhere. I found one or two. One image that caught my attention was the juxtaposition of the pointy sailboat masts against the fluffy texture of the clouds, looking like sticks pointing at the sky.
I was aghast when I walked back to the bike and found it on its side with a big dog standing on the fairing and sniffing my tail bag. Whee was downed by a dog. I yelled at the dog and he looked up at me with a stupid face as if to say "Whattsamattahyou?". He removed his front paws from the silver-blue body of my bike and approached me wagging his tail. Oh bother.........
For a bike that weighs less than my cruiser, it sure ain't easy to pick that bugger up. A young man seeing me struggle with getting it upright (on a decline, no less) helped me righten it and I assessed the damage. It now has matching broken front signals and the lens cap on the back signal snapped off. both still work. After Saturday's mishap, I threw in a roll of new electrical tape before I left today. I didn't expect to need it so soon.
Suppressing a feeling of 'Bummer, dude!' coming on, I put eveything back together, sat on Whee for a bit to still the adrenaline. Then carefully pulled out of the lot and back on the road. Back onBoat Club Road Boat Club Rd
Having a love affair with sailboats since I can remember, I caught two on the water and framed by trees and grass.
On the way back to the *main* Boat Club Rd
Perusing through google and mapquest, I printed a few pages of maps, cut them to size and stuffed in my tank bag (need larger tank bag with bigger map window). Thought I would just start riding and see what beckoned.
A skip and a hop and I'm on FM730, then to 199 frontage road to fill up with gas. Entered on 199 S searching for Wells Burnet Rd. It wasn't where the google map indicated it should be; my Hillbilly GPS let me down again. I really need a bono-fide GPS one of these days.
Exiting 199 and backtracking, I stayed on the frontage road this time. All signs piont to Eagle Mountain Lake, but can you really get there from here?
Finally, I found a teeny bitty road sign that indicated "Wells Burnet Rd" hidden behind tree branches. Whew. Turn here.
I stopped at the Eagle Mountain Marina to get my first view of the lake. A good sized marina and not very busy. But nice looking sailboats everywhere. The water near the launches were fowl with ducks and geese hunting for bread crumbs.
Rode onto
Turned N (left) on
This time I turned onto some of the side roads that are closer to the lake. Not finding any public parks, I stopped at the marinas, which were surprisingly quiet.
The first one I parked Whee and walked around to see if there was a picture anywhere. I found one or two. One image that caught my attention was the juxtaposition of the pointy sailboat masts against the fluffy texture of the clouds, looking like sticks pointing at the sky.
I was aghast when I walked back to the bike and found it on its side with a big dog standing on the fairing and sniffing my tail bag. Whee was downed by a dog. I yelled at the dog and he looked up at me with a stupid face as if to say "Whattsamattahyou?". He removed his front paws from the silver-blue body of my bike and approached me wagging his tail. Oh bother.........
For a bike that weighs less than my cruiser, it sure ain't easy to pick that bugger up. A young man seeing me struggle with getting it upright (on a decline, no less) helped me righten it and I assessed the damage. It now has matching broken front signals and the lens cap on the back signal snapped off. both still work. After Saturday's mishap, I threw in a roll of new electrical tape before I left today. I didn't expect to need it so soon.
Suppressing a feeling of 'Bummer, dude!' coming on, I put eveything back together, sat on Whee for a bit to still the adrenaline. Then carefully pulled out of the lot and back on the road. Back on
Having a love affair with sailboats since I can remember, I caught two on the water and framed by trees and grass.
On the way back to the *main* It reminded me of a Jimi Hendrix song, but I changed the words a bit. Oh boy. That is my account of La Little Lazy Lake Loop That Could.
"Castles made of rock fall into the lake, eventually....."
Knowing I had to get my hair cut, and feeling the irresistable tug of ice cream, I rode into
And how Whee lost his second signal. Oh, the growing pains.......
"It's not bikes that should be feared, but not allowing yourself to live."
