Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
End of an adventure
Team Spuds arrived home today at 1630. I know that announcement sounds like an easy going fairy tale.....but wait.....there's more!!!
Joe and Gayle the hard a$$ bosses decided to shut the joint down a bit early on Friday (as we were leaving early(??) on Saturday) to give the team a much needed bit of R&R. Joe had just discovered the Spearfish library and thought that would be a perfect respite for the crew. Unfortunatly, he was quickly subdued (a mutiny if you will) and forced to the bowels of Sodom in downtown Sturgis. He was really glad he went!
We didn't get near as many pictures as we wanted due to the fact that many of the folks you wanted to photograph had really seedy looks and didn't appear ready to settle in to a photo session and Joe was too scared to take their photo. Awful rough looking group and the men looked rougher.
We did get a few (couple) though and may even post them here. We had dinner at the Loud American where a couple hours later an off duty Seattle police officer shot and wounded a member of the Hells Angels Club, and from there we ended up in the Allstate insurance beer garden, that's right, a beer garden sponsered by Allstate insurance. Kinda like the dentist handing out candy and saying "y'all come back now ya hear". It was here we ran into our vending neighbors from Boss Hoss motorcycles (of which I am currently accepting donations for the "Help Spuds get a Boss Hoss Trike") and we listened to some good music and watched a 300 pound lady(?) in fishnet stockings, a low cut...very low cut, leather outfit deal with the business end of a turkey leg while also chewing on her.....boyfriend? The leg didn't stand a chance and the boyfriends chances were questionable. From there it was off to One Eyed Jacks for another beverage and some choice people watching. It provided plenty of both. We finished up at the Full Throttle Saloon where Gayle watched folks from the relative safety of the truck, Troy babbled away on his cell phone and Katherine and I braved the elements inside. This place is something. A dozen bars, some pretty good music and sights from many stages and lots and lots of people. It was here we once again ran into the boys of Boss Hoss and they made sure we experienced a "JagerBomb". After watching the conclusion of a fight inside the Full Throttle, another bout of youthful exuberant fisticuffs outside, and a $600,000 Motor Coach and Trailer piloted by a bunch of college frat boys and and their indulgances for the evening try and ram a Honda car out of the exit line, we left for home- I mean the rv park. It was late!
We were up and had the rv and trailer secured for heading home by 9:30 a.m. (Pretty good, considering Joe and Kathryn had partied too hard the previous night into the morning hours.) The first 3 hours on the road in our Winnabago was an uneventful, peaceful event. By hour 4 the the Winnabago was bored. It started off by overheating the engine while Gayle and Katherine (AKA "The girls") were driving it. We were on a steep incline and I figured that is what pi$$ed off 'Bago. After calming 'Bago down we took off with the girls in front. It was then I noticed all the antifreeze on the ground. Into the radio Troy was yelling "Stop!" We parked the 'Bago on the side of the road climbed into the truck and took off for the nearest gas station in search of more anti freeze. Upon our return 45 minutes later we found a "toe tag" from the local constable hanging from the wiper blade informing us that he might be inclined to consider this and abandoned vehicle unless it was gone after he had his coffee and donuts. We topped off the fluids and off we went for 600 feet. Overheated again! After a quick Yosemite Sam meltdown Joe regained his composure and looked further into the problem. The Manly men found out the Girls had been using the AC (A little heat is bad, but childbirth is ok....it's no wonder they are misunderstood) and the AC belt had broke, which dislodged the belt running the water pump and radiator fan, thus stopping the mechanical inertia needed for a cool and happy engine. After an hour or so of light contemporary swearing,by Joe and not Troy. They had the proper components in place to once again cool the 'Bagos powerplant and off they cruised again only this time Joe and Troy (AKA "the manly men") had control of 'Bago while the Girls broke in the AC of the truck. 'Bago took notice of who had the reins now and did a pretty good job of behaving herself......for about another 3 hours. Seems we may have made her mad by switching fuel tanks on her when she wasn't ready and she protested by slowing down considerably while sputtering and coughing like a 5 pack a day smoker jonesing for that 1st puff in the morning, on the hills, and the flats, and the down hills along with the standing stills. We went back to the previous tank while 'Bago pondered her pay back. In the 3 hours of calm, 'Bago had hatched a plan. On the outskirts of the tired little hamlet of Hades...I mean Livingston, Montana, that had previously ripped us off for a tire (we later discovered hadn't been made for a couple years), 'Bago started acting up again. She started the show by losing power at short intervals and making us leave the realative safety of the interstate so she could go in cahoots with the sleepy unassuming little town that harbors one of the worst criminals known to man....tire dealers that prey on out of towners in distress.
After pulling into the parking lot of the Stafford animal shelter (The name alone sounds like a Stephen King novel) about 2030, 'Bago started to really show off her mean streak. She died right there. Now we aren't Nascar mechanics but we watched the movie "Cars" a time or two and were able to coax a few last breaths out of her. She in turn put Yosemite....er, Joe on Steroids who in turn produced a colorful tapestry of words which would make many a wordsmiths green with envy including, maybe, rumplestiltskin, uh, I mean his Dad. The manly men used a set of automotive defibulators (jumper cables) on her too many times to count. With each hit of 12 volts, 'Bago would come to life only to give up the ghost and roll toward the high beams of Heaven or Hell....we just don't know.
By this time it's 10:30 at night and the manly men figure out a possible scenario of what is going on. I'll try and explain. Earlier in the day when the Girls were aiding and abetting 'Bago in her AC belt blow out, the Ac belt also ran the altenator. Not realizing this (we will be watching "Cars" again to see how we could have missed this), they didn't try and replace that belt thus possibly creating their current prediciment.
With threats of serious bodily harm and possibly death, the wife of one of the manly men made clear with no guessing needed that she would not be sleeping in, or having anything to do with phsychobago. In typical mutinous fashion, she had rallied the troops behind her. I made the call to psychobagos owner and it was decided that psychobago would be abandoned there to be picked up at a later time to be arranged by him. At this point it is 11:00 and with 9 hours of driving ahead of us to Rupert, Idaho, we all piled into the truck and located the nearest truckstop to load up on caffeine.
With all that has happened, from the trials and tribulations to the Sturgis vending education we have yet to figure out how to pay for we are already planning for next year.....and a new blog.
We want to give a big thanks to everyone at Integrity Ford in Spearfish for making us feel at home, to all at Mulligan Trailer Sales for providing the catalyst for getting us over there and to Clint with Boss Hoss just because I'm sure (we gave him a lot of BBQ samples) he'll take care of me when I'm ready for a trike of my own. With the ONLY exception of Kenny of Sampson Motorcycle Products, everyone and I mean everyone we came in contact with on this adventure from the Spearfish locals to all the riders that tasted our fare and returned for more, thank you and we'll see you next year.
Joe and Gayle the hard a$$ bosses decided to shut the joint down a bit early on Friday (as we were leaving early(??) on Saturday) to give the team a much needed bit of R&R. Joe had just discovered the Spearfish library and thought that would be a perfect respite for the crew. Unfortunatly, he was quickly subdued (a mutiny if you will) and forced to the bowels of Sodom in downtown Sturgis. He was really glad he went!
We didn't get near as many pictures as we wanted due to the fact that many of the folks you wanted to photograph had really seedy looks and didn't appear ready to settle in to a photo session and Joe was too scared to take their photo. Awful rough looking group and the men looked rougher.
We did get a few (couple) though and may even post them here. We had dinner at the Loud American where a couple hours later an off duty Seattle police officer shot and wounded a member of the Hells Angels Club, and from there we ended up in the Allstate insurance beer garden, that's right, a beer garden sponsered by Allstate insurance. Kinda like the dentist handing out candy and saying "y'all come back now ya hear". It was here we ran into our vending neighbors from Boss Hoss motorcycles (of which I am currently accepting donations for the "Help Spuds get a Boss Hoss Trike") and we listened to some good music and watched a 300 pound lady(?) in fishnet stockings, a low cut...very low cut, leather outfit deal with the business end of a turkey leg while also chewing on her.....boyfriend? The leg didn't stand a chance and the boyfriends chances were questionable. From there it was off to One Eyed Jacks for another beverage and some choice people watching. It provided plenty of both. We finished up at the Full Throttle Saloon where Gayle watched folks from the relative safety of the truck, Troy babbled away on his cell phone and Katherine and I braved the elements inside. This place is something. A dozen bars, some pretty good music and sights from many stages and lots and lots of people. It was here we once again ran into the boys of Boss Hoss and they made sure we experienced a "JagerBomb". After watching the conclusion of a fight inside the Full Throttle, another bout of youthful exuberant fisticuffs outside, and a $600,000 Motor Coach and Trailer piloted by a bunch of college frat boys and and their indulgances for the evening try and ram a Honda car out of the exit line, we left for home- I mean the rv park. It was late!
We were up and had the rv and trailer secured for heading home by 9:30 a.m. (Pretty good, considering Joe and Kathryn had partied too hard the previous night into the morning hours.) The first 3 hours on the road in our Winnabago was an uneventful, peaceful event. By hour 4 the the Winnabago was bored. It started off by overheating the engine while Gayle and Katherine (AKA "The girls") were driving it. We were on a steep incline and I figured that is what pi$$ed off 'Bago. After calming 'Bago down we took off with the girls in front. It was then I noticed all the antifreeze on the ground. Into the radio Troy was yelling "Stop!" We parked the 'Bago on the side of the road climbed into the truck and took off for the nearest gas station in search of more anti freeze. Upon our return 45 minutes later we found a "toe tag" from the local constable hanging from the wiper blade informing us that he might be inclined to consider this and abandoned vehicle unless it was gone after he had his coffee and donuts. We topped off the fluids and off we went for 600 feet. Overheated again! After a quick Yosemite Sam meltdown Joe regained his composure and looked further into the problem. The Manly men found out the Girls had been using the AC (A little heat is bad, but childbirth is ok....it's no wonder they are misunderstood) and the AC belt had broke, which dislodged the belt running the water pump and radiator fan, thus stopping the mechanical inertia needed for a cool and happy engine. After an hour or so of light contemporary swearing,by Joe and not Troy. They had the proper components in place to once again cool the 'Bagos powerplant and off they cruised again only this time Joe and Troy (AKA "the manly men") had control of 'Bago while the Girls broke in the AC of the truck. 'Bago took notice of who had the reins now and did a pretty good job of behaving herself......for about another 3 hours. Seems we may have made her mad by switching fuel tanks on her when she wasn't ready and she protested by slowing down considerably while sputtering and coughing like a 5 pack a day smoker jonesing for that 1st puff in the morning, on the hills, and the flats, and the down hills along with the standing stills. We went back to the previous tank while 'Bago pondered her pay back. In the 3 hours of calm, 'Bago had hatched a plan. On the outskirts of the tired little hamlet of Hades...I mean Livingston, Montana, that had previously ripped us off for a tire (we later discovered hadn't been made for a couple years), 'Bago started acting up again. She started the show by losing power at short intervals and making us leave the realative safety of the interstate so she could go in cahoots with the sleepy unassuming little town that harbors one of the worst criminals known to man....tire dealers that prey on out of towners in distress.
After pulling into the parking lot of the Stafford animal shelter (The name alone sounds like a Stephen King novel) about 2030, 'Bago started to really show off her mean streak. She died right there. Now we aren't Nascar mechanics but we watched the movie "Cars" a time or two and were able to coax a few last breaths out of her. She in turn put Yosemite....er, Joe on Steroids who in turn produced a colorful tapestry of words which would make many a wordsmiths green with envy including, maybe, rumplestiltskin, uh, I mean his Dad. The manly men used a set of automotive defibulators (jumper cables) on her too many times to count. With each hit of 12 volts, 'Bago would come to life only to give up the ghost and roll toward the high beams of Heaven or Hell....we just don't know.
By this time it's 10:30 at night and the manly men figure out a possible scenario of what is going on. I'll try and explain. Earlier in the day when the Girls were aiding and abetting 'Bago in her AC belt blow out, the Ac belt also ran the altenator. Not realizing this (we will be watching "Cars" again to see how we could have missed this), they didn't try and replace that belt thus possibly creating their current prediciment.
With threats of serious bodily harm and possibly death, the wife of one of the manly men made clear with no guessing needed that she would not be sleeping in, or having anything to do with phsychobago. In typical mutinous fashion, she had rallied the troops behind her. I made the call to psychobagos owner and it was decided that psychobago would be abandoned there to be picked up at a later time to be arranged by him. At this point it is 11:00 and with 9 hours of driving ahead of us to Rupert, Idaho, we all piled into the truck and located the nearest truckstop to load up on caffeine.
With all that has happened, from the trials and tribulations to the Sturgis vending education we have yet to figure out how to pay for we are already planning for next year.....and a new blog.
We want to give a big thanks to everyone at Integrity Ford in Spearfish for making us feel at home, to all at Mulligan Trailer Sales for providing the catalyst for getting us over there and to Clint with Boss Hoss just because I'm sure (we gave him a lot of BBQ samples) he'll take care of me when I'm ready for a trike of my own. With the ONLY exception of Kenny of Sampson Motorcycle Products, everyone and I mean everyone we came in contact with on this adventure from the Spearfish locals to all the riders that tasted our fare and returned for more, thank you and we'll see you next year.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Work, work, work
Well, these past couple of days have been pretty busy. We tried to give up selling breakfast, but then Joe introduced his Idaho Torpedoes (jalepenoes, cream cheese mixture,etc) to the folks around us and now they like it in their breakfast burritos. So he's been getting up at 5:00 and doing breakfast. Then we get down there in time to set up for lunch, and we just rock through the day. Yesterday was a little slow as the weather was hot. It also seems like people are starting to pack up and move out. Our neighbors at the rv park left yesterday for Yellowstone.
We have pretty much seen the last of our cooking for this show and Joe decided to change the oil in the vacuum sealer. That oil was in dire need of changing. If Troy or Katherine had been thinking, they would have had the camera ready. Joe got the old oil out and the new stuff in and he decided to take it for a spin. Note to self, cap off the filler tube. There was vacuum oil on the ceiling, the refrgerator, the cabinets, the walls and of course the floors.....much of that was from the dripping ceiling. Joe showed an amazing amount of temper control. Unusual for him but maybe this Sturgis thing is teaching him to be calm and patient. I doubt it too. One would think that with his past history of oil changes on the truck, he would think about hiring chores such as this out.
Joe and I drove into Sturgis yesterday during our break and visited Hell Fighters. They are a Christian organization that sets up and helps those in need during the rally. Basically, they help the police round up the drunks and get them sobered up. It's actually a large outfit that is setting up locations around the U.S. They put up large crosses so you can tell them apart from those without crosses, and are there to help those in need. We found out about them through one of our Ford guys, J.R.. He's a member and directed us down there. You can look them up on the internet at www.hellfighters.org. Great group of people. Anyway, before we leave tomorrow we're going to leave some of our bbq to feed their volunteers.
Several days with no detours or calamities. A few nights ago, when it was raining, I fell off and broke our stepstool, bumping my head and elbow on the trailer. I suppose I had what would be close to a concussion. It dazed me for awhile, but felt better by the end of the night thanks to some medicinal whiskey. Now, I'm just healing from the bruises. Every so often, Troy finds the need to cut or burn some part of his hand. I guess it helps to remind him that he's alive and well. But he heals quickly and no hospital runs.
Yesterday the water heater for our dish wash station self-destructed on Kathryn. She turned it on and it caught on fire. With the propane flowing we had our own torch. This brand of water heater (Coleman) has a history of problems with Joe's friend, Dave, so we were anticipating problems. Now we get to add to the list.
Today is our last day of serving. I think we are all ready to finish up as it's been a long haul. But we've met a lot of wonderful and interesting people, and we are planning to do it again next year. We're going to close down early tonight and visit Sturgis (just so we can say we've been there and seen it all). Of course, Troy will be walking with a blindfold on :}
I have to admit we are really missing the kids and want to get back to them asap.
We have pretty much seen the last of our cooking for this show and Joe decided to change the oil in the vacuum sealer. That oil was in dire need of changing. If Troy or Katherine had been thinking, they would have had the camera ready. Joe got the old oil out and the new stuff in and he decided to take it for a spin. Note to self, cap off the filler tube. There was vacuum oil on the ceiling, the refrgerator, the cabinets, the walls and of course the floors.....much of that was from the dripping ceiling. Joe showed an amazing amount of temper control. Unusual for him but maybe this Sturgis thing is teaching him to be calm and patient. I doubt it too. One would think that with his past history of oil changes on the truck, he would think about hiring chores such as this out.
Joe and I drove into Sturgis yesterday during our break and visited Hell Fighters. They are a Christian organization that sets up and helps those in need during the rally. Basically, they help the police round up the drunks and get them sobered up. It's actually a large outfit that is setting up locations around the U.S. They put up large crosses so you can tell them apart from those without crosses, and are there to help those in need. We found out about them through one of our Ford guys, J.R.. He's a member and directed us down there. You can look them up on the internet at www.hellfighters.org. Great group of people. Anyway, before we leave tomorrow we're going to leave some of our bbq to feed their volunteers.
Several days with no detours or calamities. A few nights ago, when it was raining, I fell off and broke our stepstool, bumping my head and elbow on the trailer. I suppose I had what would be close to a concussion. It dazed me for awhile, but felt better by the end of the night thanks to some medicinal whiskey. Now, I'm just healing from the bruises. Every so often, Troy finds the need to cut or burn some part of his hand. I guess it helps to remind him that he's alive and well. But he heals quickly and no hospital runs.
Yesterday the water heater for our dish wash station self-destructed on Kathryn. She turned it on and it caught on fire. With the propane flowing we had our own torch. This brand of water heater (Coleman) has a history of problems with Joe's friend, Dave, so we were anticipating problems. Now we get to add to the list.
Today is our last day of serving. I think we are all ready to finish up as it's been a long haul. But we've met a lot of wonderful and interesting people, and we are planning to do it again next year. We're going to close down early tonight and visit Sturgis (just so we can say we've been there and seen it all). Of course, Troy will be walking with a blindfold on :}
I have to admit we are really missing the kids and want to get back to them asap.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Rainstorm
While Joe and Kathryn were browsing the bikes at the Harley dealership in Rapid City, Troy and I were busy packaging ribs (sticky things they are) and then frantically packing up as severe thunderstorm warnings were broadcasting over the airways. The Ford guys invited us in with open arms, and we watched the storm clouds forming. I have to admit, they were kind of scary looking.
After the storm passed, we were talking with Brett from the dealership and found out that he is with a group called "Kiss Off." They dress and perform as KISS. The pictures he showed us were very true to the group KISS. The pictures of our friendly connection to the Ford Dealership had blood spewing from his mouth, and we learned he blows fire out of his mouth. Also, for Mom Wollman's benefit, he has also been a gold miner, and had some very interesting stories about gold mining in this area. We need to return to Spearfish to visit places we've learned about. We had a great visit with Brett.
We then packed up early for the night, and met a couple of guys from Minnesota. Then we ran home for a shower, potato chips (for dinner. Wait, Troy had rib ticklin's, Kathryn and I had chips and beer) and Joe had a tofu salad with range free raspberries chased with his 2, quart shots of his medicinal whiskey.
After the storm passed, we were talking with Brett from the dealership and found out that he is with a group called "Kiss Off." They dress and perform as KISS. The pictures he showed us were very true to the group KISS. The pictures of our friendly connection to the Ford Dealership had blood spewing from his mouth, and we learned he blows fire out of his mouth. Also, for Mom Wollman's benefit, he has also been a gold miner, and had some very interesting stories about gold mining in this area. We need to return to Spearfish to visit places we've learned about. We had a great visit with Brett.
We then packed up early for the night, and met a couple of guys from Minnesota. Then we ran home for a shower, potato chips (for dinner. Wait, Troy had rib ticklin's, Kathryn and I had chips and beer) and Joe had a tofu salad with range free raspberries chased with his 2, quart shots of his medicinal whiskey.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
We woke up to threatening rain and storms, but by 9:30 the skies were clearing up and we had a nice gentle breeze. So we are up and running. Our ribs are selling like hotcakes. Joe and Troy smoked up several racks this morning and we were packaging them when I left the trailer to come to the rv for a rest.
We're still meeting a lot of very nice people. We're getting more bikers visiting along with the many locals. They wander through on their way to see the Boss Hoss bikes next to us. Katheryn and I strolled around chewing on ribs earlier to entice people, and I think it worked. Joe tried to get us to wear some pig snout pasties but union rules came into play.
Troy asked Joe to front his some money for a bike, and then his mom will repay Joe. (Is that okay with you, Anita???) :) Katheryn's tossing around the same idea, but her bike runs around $40,000. Shouldn't be a problem. Joe's wondering how much it costs to get a Boss Hoss franchise. I'm just wanting to borrow one of the trikes and go for a ride with Joe down Spearfish Canyon.
Meanwhile, we work, then tear down each night, go back to the rv, shower, and relax for a few minutes before hitting the hay. Each day is interesting and a new adventure.
We're still meeting a lot of very nice people. We're getting more bikers visiting along with the many locals. They wander through on their way to see the Boss Hoss bikes next to us. Katheryn and I strolled around chewing on ribs earlier to entice people, and I think it worked. Joe tried to get us to wear some pig snout pasties but union rules came into play.
Troy asked Joe to front his some money for a bike, and then his mom will repay Joe. (Is that okay with you, Anita???) :) Katheryn's tossing around the same idea, but her bike runs around $40,000. Shouldn't be a problem. Joe's wondering how much it costs to get a Boss Hoss franchise. I'm just wanting to borrow one of the trikes and go for a ride with Joe down Spearfish Canyon.
Meanwhile, we work, then tear down each night, go back to the rv, shower, and relax for a few minutes before hitting the hay. Each day is interesting and a new adventure.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
With a few bumps and bruises we are up and running. It's slower than we had hoped, but the rally doesn't start until tomorrow. Yesterday, the water pump went out on the truck (our Ford dealership people have been very gracious, offering to upgrade us to a new Ford...upgrade? Ford?). Thankfully, we have a warranty and it's at the dealership being fixed. Our wonderful hosts at Integrity Ford gave us a loaner while the truck is being worked on. Yesterday the temperture ran well over 90* and inside the trailer it was over 100* making it a miserable day. We had a whopper of a wind storm last night, and so far today, the temperatures are much more bearable. Joe and I are taking a lunch break at the pizza joint across the road mulling over next year and how to better approach the rally. We have a spot with Integrity Ford again and the other businesses on the lot have been working very well with us. We'll try to download more pictures during the week.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
You'll never believe what happened today! The day started out with Troy, Kathryn and Gayle cutting and bagging brisket and finishing up the ribs in a hot trailer. Meanwhile Joe drove to Rapid City in his air conditioned truck. We had a couple of customers interrupt our preparations. What a drag!! These folks ruined our no customer streak.
As we were preparing meat to not sell over the next couple of days, Joe was going to go bribe the Ford people to remember us, when up zoomed the owner of the property like a raped ape with his fur on fire astride his red hot Harley. As Troy ran out to take a picture, he overheard the grouch ranking on Joe. This is pretty much how the converstion went, "Do you own this trailer?" "Who invited you here?" "How much are you paying for your spot?" Joe replied, "We haven't discussed that yet" to which freindly fred...I mean Kenny, replied "It costs a lot of money to get a vending spot around here this time of year. You don't have a permit or insurance." (Actually, we weren't required to get a permit on private property, and we do have insurance.) From there he kicked us off his property. Joe, bless his heart, offered to buy Kenny lunch, which sent him stuttering, and off he ran. Then, as we were packing up, the police arrived to make sure we were leaving. Seems Joe's abundant willingness to leave his dirt hole wasn't enough as he had to call the cops to boot. When we do get a bike/trike, Sampson Motorcycle products won't get so much as a squirt of pee from us thanks to the low life demeanor of the owner.
The officers acted as though they were expecting trouble, but they soon discovered we're a pacifist organization. Let me remind you that we had been previous invited to join Ford on their prime location. As Joe was being told to leave the premises, visions of Ford danced through his head. Needless to say, Joe thought about buying a Ford...lasted a couple of seconds. Ford greeted us with opened arms and we have experienced a miracle. If you are looking for a vehicle, we would highly recommend Integrity Ford, because they have shown nothing but integrity with us... and we are Dodge owners. By the way, Mark and the gang at Mulligan Trailers also got kicked off the same property. They were told they had until tomorrow morning to move off...they have 70 trailers parked there. They had driven 5 hours to help move one of Kenny's antique firetrucks and had mowed the weeds on his property. Thankfully Mulligan Trailers had another spot offered to them, which turns out to be better than the cricket/fly infested, dirty ****hole lot. We won't mention names, but you may have purchased a motorbike muffler from Kenny. His company's name...well let's just say in the Bible this guy has muscles as long as his hair remains long. Another clue...his backstabbing girlfriend was Delilah. Oops, we mentioned his name earlier.
But this piece of rectal splatter did us a favor. We are in a great spot and have encountered some extremely kind and gracious folks here in Spearfish. We have really come to like this area, due to the people we have come to know...just avoid the bowling alley and a certain casino in Sturgis. Stay tuned for more adventures of the Spuds Four.
As we were preparing meat to not sell over the next couple of days, Joe was going to go bribe the Ford people to remember us, when up zoomed the owner of the property like a raped ape with his fur on fire astride his red hot Harley. As Troy ran out to take a picture, he overheard the grouch ranking on Joe. This is pretty much how the converstion went, "Do you own this trailer?" "Who invited you here?" "How much are you paying for your spot?" Joe replied, "We haven't discussed that yet" to which freindly fred...I mean Kenny, replied "It costs a lot of money to get a vending spot around here this time of year. You don't have a permit or insurance." (Actually, we weren't required to get a permit on private property, and we do have insurance.) From there he kicked us off his property. Joe, bless his heart, offered to buy Kenny lunch, which sent him stuttering, and off he ran. Then, as we were packing up, the police arrived to make sure we were leaving. Seems Joe's abundant willingness to leave his dirt hole wasn't enough as he had to call the cops to boot. When we do get a bike/trike, Sampson Motorcycle products won't get so much as a squirt of pee from us thanks to the low life demeanor of the owner.
The officers acted as though they were expecting trouble, but they soon discovered we're a pacifist organization. Let me remind you that we had been previous invited to join Ford on their prime location. As Joe was being told to leave the premises, visions of Ford danced through his head. Needless to say, Joe thought about buying a Ford...lasted a couple of seconds. Ford greeted us with opened arms and we have experienced a miracle. If you are looking for a vehicle, we would highly recommend Integrity Ford, because they have shown nothing but integrity with us... and we are Dodge owners. By the way, Mark and the gang at Mulligan Trailers also got kicked off the same property. They were told they had until tomorrow morning to move off...they have 70 trailers parked there. They had driven 5 hours to help move one of Kenny's antique firetrucks and had mowed the weeds on his property. Thankfully Mulligan Trailers had another spot offered to them, which turns out to be better than the cricket/fly infested, dirty ****hole lot. We won't mention names, but you may have purchased a motorbike muffler from Kenny. His company's name...well let's just say in the Bible this guy has muscles as long as his hair remains long. Another clue...his backstabbing girlfriend was Delilah. Oops, we mentioned his name earlier.
But this piece of rectal splatter did us a favor. We are in a great spot and have encountered some extremely kind and gracious folks here in Spearfish. We have really come to like this area, due to the people we have come to know...just avoid the bowling alley and a certain casino in Sturgis. Stay tuned for more adventures of the Spuds Four.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Today started off around 4:3o this A.M. I didn't get up then but I was awake. I headed for the trailer at 0600 and nothing was running....the generator was out of gas. After putting in what I had it was off to get more and hit Wally World for some things like signage and what not. around 0900 we were all at the trailer waiting for the brisket and butt to finish. Thanks to the gas problem, it was running late. We got signs up, banners hung, tables ready and then we lay in wait for the 1st customer. Noon came and went.....we're still waiting. Around 1500 the 1st customer showed up. We're cooking with gas now I tellya. While sitting around watching cars, trucks and some beautiful bikes (and trikes...I want a trike) zip by, we got a call from the Ford dealership down the road wanting us up there. The Ford Dealership has a really nice corner spot for us. As tempting as it was for us to jump at the offer, we had a moral and verbal obligation to those who got us into t They've put in some advertising for us and are hoping we will be a draw for them. It's great to be wanted... But on the other hand, Ford wanted us too. I guess there is always next year. So all is not lost.
We've spent a little time getting to know people and have met some real jewels. There is a couple vending in a Taco wagon here at the rv park. They are a couple of real characters, and we have a deal to share food with each other (great deal since Gayle loves mexican food).
We've spent a little time getting to know people and have met some real jewels. There is a couple vending in a Taco wagon here at the rv park. They are a couple of real characters, and we have a deal to share food with each other (great deal since Gayle loves mexican food).
Today turned out to be a productive day. Joe and I drove to Sam's Club in Rapid City. They are well prepared for venders. We got everything we needed and ordered for the rest of the week. Then we needed to find a bread outlet. Joe had the name and phone number of a store, but our paperwork disappeared. So we asked people at Sam's Club for the nearest outlet. We walked into the outlet and Joe asked for the contact we had been given, and we had the right store! He set us up with our buns and we are on a route for his driver. The trailer is now parked on our spot, and last night we prepped and started smoking 8-10 pork butts and 7 brisket. So you know what we get to do today... Joe sent Kathryn and me to get water from the rv park around 8:30. Kathryn and I contemplated taking a shower, making a mocha, and just resting for awhile before heading back to the trailer, but the thought of Yosemite Sam appearing drove us back to finish helping.
Our big fiasco today was trying to find a car wash that fits our trailer. We drug the trailer thru Spearfish looking for a car wash, and had a nice tour of the town. Many people now know we are here! However, there was no fitting car wash for us in Spearfish. We thought we had water on our vending spot, so we went to K-Mart and bought all we needed. When we got parked and ready to wash, we found that the water had been turned off. So we turned to Kay who is managing the property we are on, and she knew of a car wash in her town, which is 10 miles out, so we went for another scenic tour. It really is pretty countryside out here. We found our car wash and cleaned up the trailer so it shines. Kathryn and I scrubbed the deck of all the old grease and meat stains, and it was gorgeous. However, after prepping all the meat last night, it's back to its old stains again. I think we'll be "swabbing the deck" quite a bit.
Our rv park is filling up. We are in ghetto row...anything older than 2000 and less than 40 feet (with the exception of our neighbors next door) is situated along this row. Debra, I'm beginning to think you are right. Bikers these days are too old to get rowdy and cause trouble. Heck, I think they've been spending the last 20 years accumulating money so they can ride in style.
Our big fiasco today was trying to find a car wash that fits our trailer. We drug the trailer thru Spearfish looking for a car wash, and had a nice tour of the town. Many people now know we are here! However, there was no fitting car wash for us in Spearfish. We thought we had water on our vending spot, so we went to K-Mart and bought all we needed. When we got parked and ready to wash, we found that the water had been turned off. So we turned to Kay who is managing the property we are on, and she knew of a car wash in her town, which is 10 miles out, so we went for another scenic tour. It really is pretty countryside out here. We found our car wash and cleaned up the trailer so it shines. Kathryn and I scrubbed the deck of all the old grease and meat stains, and it was gorgeous. However, after prepping all the meat last night, it's back to its old stains again. I think we'll be "swabbing the deck" quite a bit.
Our rv park is filling up. We are in ghetto row...anything older than 2000 and less than 40 feet (with the exception of our neighbors next door) is situated along this row. Debra, I'm beginning to think you are right. Bikers these days are too old to get rowdy and cause trouble. Heck, I think they've been spending the last 20 years accumulating money so they can ride in style.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday, July, 27
I did my hippie trip in 1988. It was simple, rustic, and had hurdles. Well...deja vu...with a twist. As Kathryn and I are hurdling down the interstate in our borrowed 1984 Winnebago with windows wide open (Joe said not to run the generator as it uses too much gas), I realized, I'm reliving the 80's!
We made it to my mom's place in Rupert. After discussing the pros and cons of taking or leaving the behemoth gas-binging Winnebago, we decided to continue as planned. We kissed and hugged the kids "good-bye" and headed out into a beautiful sunrise at 5 ;00 on Friday morning. The trip through Idaho was nice and uneventful...then came Montana......and Wyoming.
The first panicked call came from Troy and Joe (in the Winnebago) just after 1:00 in the afternoon. "Pull over, pull over, we blew a tire." Troy was driving and had just experienced his first blow-out. Thankfully, we had listened to Darrell telling us where everything was to change a tire. We all got our hands dirty and Troy learned no new metaphors from Joe.
The second panicked call came from Joe (in the Winnebago) around 4:30. "Pull over, pull over we blew another tire." (4 panicked yells of disbelief and dismay) This time we had no spare and we were in a two lane construction zone. Not a pretty picture! This was Troy's second experience with a flat tire. Kathryn and Troy got to experience Joe's transformation into Yosemite Sam. None of us could remember the original Yosemite Sam being able to use old words, make up new ones on the spot and parcel them out in the conversation like that in the cartoon version. Leaving Troy to read his book in comfort and contemplate his recent language lesson, we trudged ahead to the next town only to meet an unfriendly local yocal at the local tire shop. "We ain't got that tire here. You got go Billings-way, hunnert miles up the road....got me a semi truck comin in....you gotta move." But being the modern, sophisticated people we are, we had GPS, and found a tire shop 30 miles back. Unfortunately, they put us on a tight time schedule of arriving before 6:00 or they have to charge $90 overtime rate. We arrived two minutes late....that's right, 2 minutes, to two jovial men who had $$$$ signs in their eyes and one had apparently won a bet. Yosemete didn't take this news well. To make a long story short we got our tire and free ice cream sandwiches, and they were kind enough to knock that $90 down to $75 before the 1/2 hour mark. Back at the ranch... we quickly discovered that trucks and most cars don't slow down for people changing tiresfeet off the road. It was the scariest moment I've in a long time. But Joe and Troy were troopers, and Troy learned a few new colorful metaphors pertaining to flat tires and Montana drivers.
After getting over that hurdle, we moved on to the next town, got gas and had dinner. We had to come down from the trauma of the day, and find some humor in our adversity. And we needed to thank God for our safety, medicinal whiskey and quart size shot glasses.
We spent the night in a rest stop outside of Billings. Whatever rest we got...it was needed. We got into Gillette, dropped off the trailer, headed off to the Caviar Dreams Campground and RV Park to set up house. As it turns out, our "house" is the Clampet residence and our neighbors are a blatent display of our declining economy. In setting up, Joe hooked up the water and a few minutes later found the shower working better than expected. He had put his open bag of clothes in the shower stall to make room for us. Here's a lessen for you, check to make sure the knobs are in the "off" position. In our effort to advance the "there goes the neighborhood" theory already flying around the park, we hung out Joe's tighty whiteys, t shirts and best sweat pants to dry (more on that later). The rumors cranked up a notch I'm sure.
Taking into account our RV park neighbors, if it looks like we aren't making $ vending, we will make up housekeeping and murdercycle washing flyers for these folks and probably make a killing. Joe even volunteered to do it topless and in a thong if it would help the bottom line. After a long and very pleasant shower, we decided to do some exploring and headed to Deadwood. It is an old western town where Wild Bill Hikock was shot and killed. Unfortunately all we saw was casinos. We blew a whole $8.75 on gambling, ate dinner (where we met some fine folks from Sioux Falls), and headed out to Sturgis. Sturgis is fairly quiet yet, so we had some time to take it all in. We visited Sturgis' world famous "biggest biker bar" in the world Full Throttle Saloon, where a beer was had and Joe met a fellow who sets up most of the vending for Sturgis. File that one in the memory.
A triker (as opposed to a biker) pulled up to us at a stop light as we were heading out of town and we almost lost Kathryn. Good thing the guy's one tooth (I am not kidding) looked bad, and got in the way of his impeccably bad attire and body by Budweiser (as well as Kathryn's picky high standards of wanting a man with at least 3 teeth) knocked him out of the running or we would have been looking for more help. God's helping out again.....
The weather has been very warm (downright hot when you have to work in it). But last night we saw some beautiful lightning strikes and the wind came up in the night which made for great sleeping weather. Which takes us to the next paragraph.
Just prior to our sight seeing departure from the Caviar Dreams Campground and RV Park, we pulled out the awning just to make things cozy and give Joe someplace to hang his stuff. Upon our return from site seeing , the first thing we noticed was the awning had been neatly put back in place. The second thing we noticed was a towel and one pair of the afore-mentioned tighty whiteys on the step going into the ghettobago. With only a little curiousity we hit the rack and enjoyed the sounds of the storm. Early the next morning, our neighbor came over to find out if the awning had been damaged. It seems that while we were out playing around, 5-6 of the neighbors were keeping our awning from blowing away in the wind. With mph winds whipping things around, they fought and wrestled the awing back into it's rolled up position. pretty nice folks our neighbors. I thanked him for that and for tossing my towel and underwear back on the steps. He said that I will be short a couple pair as they took off across the highway with the wind. He wasn't going to chase after them. I suggested the help go look for them, but they immediatly consulted their union handbook to see if chasing down/hunting underwear was in the contract. It wasn't, so they remained steadfast in their refusal to do either even to the point of talking to the shop Steward (Gayle) who backed them up. I hate unions!!
Today we shop in Rapid City and I think we're going to try to hit the Crazy Horse monument and Mt. Rushmore. Yes, Hunter and Hailey, we will find you some nice presents there. We love you and miss you much!
We made it to my mom's place in Rupert. After discussing the pros and cons of taking or leaving the behemoth gas-binging Winnebago, we decided to continue as planned. We kissed and hugged the kids "good-bye" and headed out into a beautiful sunrise at 5 ;00 on Friday morning. The trip through Idaho was nice and uneventful...then came Montana......and Wyoming.
The first panicked call came from Troy and Joe (in the Winnebago) just after 1:00 in the afternoon. "Pull over, pull over, we blew a tire." Troy was driving and had just experienced his first blow-out. Thankfully, we had listened to Darrell telling us where everything was to change a tire. We all got our hands dirty and Troy learned no new metaphors from Joe.
The second panicked call came from Joe (in the Winnebago) around 4:30. "Pull over, pull over we blew another tire." (4 panicked yells of disbelief and dismay) This time we had no spare and we were in a two lane construction zone. Not a pretty picture! This was Troy's second experience with a flat tire. Kathryn and Troy got to experience Joe's transformation into Yosemite Sam. None of us could remember the original Yosemite Sam being able to use old words, make up new ones on the spot and parcel them out in the conversation like that in the cartoon version. Leaving Troy to read his book in comfort and contemplate his recent language lesson, we trudged ahead to the next town only to meet an unfriendly local yocal at the local tire shop. "We ain't got that tire here. You got go Billings-way, hunnert miles up the road....got me a semi truck comin in....you gotta move." But being the modern, sophisticated people we are, we had GPS, and found a tire shop 30 miles back. Unfortunately, they put us on a tight time schedule of arriving before 6:00 or they have to charge $90 overtime rate. We arrived two minutes late....that's right, 2 minutes, to two jovial men who had $$$$ signs in their eyes and one had apparently won a bet. Yosemete didn't take this news well. To make a long story short we got our tire and free ice cream sandwiches, and they were kind enough to knock that $90 down to $75 before the 1/2 hour mark. Back at the ranch... we quickly discovered that trucks and most cars don't slow down for people changing tiresfeet off the road. It was the scariest moment I've in a long time. But Joe and Troy were troopers, and Troy learned a few new colorful metaphors pertaining to flat tires and Montana drivers.
After getting over that hurdle, we moved on to the next town, got gas and had dinner. We had to come down from the trauma of the day, and find some humor in our adversity. And we needed to thank God for our safety, medicinal whiskey and quart size shot glasses.
We spent the night in a rest stop outside of Billings. Whatever rest we got...it was needed. We got into Gillette, dropped off the trailer, headed off to the Caviar Dreams Campground and RV Park to set up house. As it turns out, our "house" is the Clampet residence and our neighbors are a blatent display of our declining economy. In setting up, Joe hooked up the water and a few minutes later found the shower working better than expected. He had put his open bag of clothes in the shower stall to make room for us. Here's a lessen for you, check to make sure the knobs are in the "off" position. In our effort to advance the "there goes the neighborhood" theory already flying around the park, we hung out Joe's tighty whiteys, t shirts and best sweat pants to dry (more on that later). The rumors cranked up a notch I'm sure.
Taking into account our RV park neighbors, if it looks like we aren't making $ vending, we will make up housekeeping and murdercycle washing flyers for these folks and probably make a killing. Joe even volunteered to do it topless and in a thong if it would help the bottom line. After a long and very pleasant shower, we decided to do some exploring and headed to Deadwood. It is an old western town where Wild Bill Hikock was shot and killed. Unfortunately all we saw was casinos. We blew a whole $8.75 on gambling, ate dinner (where we met some fine folks from Sioux Falls), and headed out to Sturgis. Sturgis is fairly quiet yet, so we had some time to take it all in. We visited Sturgis' world famous "biggest biker bar" in the world Full Throttle Saloon, where a beer was had and Joe met a fellow who sets up most of the vending for Sturgis. File that one in the memory.
A triker (as opposed to a biker) pulled up to us at a stop light as we were heading out of town and we almost lost Kathryn. Good thing the guy's one tooth (I am not kidding) looked bad, and got in the way of his impeccably bad attire and body by Budweiser (as well as Kathryn's picky high standards of wanting a man with at least 3 teeth) knocked him out of the running or we would have been looking for more help. God's helping out again.....
The weather has been very warm (downright hot when you have to work in it). But last night we saw some beautiful lightning strikes and the wind came up in the night which made for great sleeping weather. Which takes us to the next paragraph.
Just prior to our sight seeing departure from the Caviar Dreams Campground and RV Park, we pulled out the awning just to make things cozy and give Joe someplace to hang his stuff. Upon our return from site seeing , the first thing we noticed was the awning had been neatly put back in place. The second thing we noticed was a towel and one pair of the afore-mentioned tighty whiteys on the step going into the ghettobago. With only a little curiousity we hit the rack and enjoyed the sounds of the storm. Early the next morning, our neighbor came over to find out if the awning had been damaged. It seems that while we were out playing around, 5-6 of the neighbors were keeping our awning from blowing away in the wind. With mph winds whipping things around, they fought and wrestled the awing back into it's rolled up position. pretty nice folks our neighbors. I thanked him for that and for tossing my towel and underwear back on the steps. He said that I will be short a couple pair as they took off across the highway with the wind. He wasn't going to chase after them. I suggested the help go look for them, but they immediatly consulted their union handbook to see if chasing down/hunting underwear was in the contract. It wasn't, so they remained steadfast in their refusal to do either even to the point of talking to the shop Steward (Gayle) who backed them up. I hate unions!!
Today we shop in Rapid City and I think we're going to try to hit the Crazy Horse monument and Mt. Rushmore. Yes, Hunter and Hailey, we will find you some nice presents there. We love you and miss you much!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
So Joe has always wanted to go to Sturgis. As we were planning for our trailer his comments always came back to- not getting into the state fair- but maybe we could find a way to get to vend in Sturgis. We're kinda like the guys in Wild Hogs, we want to live the dream...safely. Anyway, as it turns out, Joe got his trailer from Mulligan Trailer Sales in Gillette, WY. They happen to have a corner outside of Spearfish, S.D. where they display their trailers during Sturgis Bike Week, and they asked Joe if he would be interested in setting up his bbq trailer and vend at the same time. Well...would we! So now we are down to our last night at home wondering if we will be watching bikes roll by and wave... or will we be running our tails off. We really hope to be very busy and have a great time seeing a heck of a lot of nice bikes come our way. We hope to meet a lot of people and hear their stories, and we hope to bring home a bunch of our own stories. We'll keep you posted.
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