Nothing Says Fun Like the Crud Run

Once again, it is time to head off to Leland, Wis., to see all manner of two-wheeled contraptions, both old and modern, for the 1,000th annual Slimy Crud Run. Details on the linky:

Crud Run details

Master plan of master plans is to depart Red Wing at 10 AM on Saturday and head to Mark's abode in Fond Du Lac for shits and giggles. On Sunday AM, we zip off to Pine Bluff where the mayhem begins and then make our way to lovely Leland where you can actually buy a beer and a gun in the same bar. Because coffee is needed and required, some of us (that would be me) will be at Caribou Red Wing at 9 a.m. Guaranteed fun, chaos, partial stoopidity and other cheap thrills. And you may even meet Peter Egan.

Good Day At The Office....

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The Boots of Red Wing

Latest issue of "Motorcyclist" magazine arrived, and an article on featured gear includes a pair of Red Wing boots and other stuff made by Dickies. I swear by both. And who knows, the boots coulda been made by Little Timmy.

From The Dept. Of What We Did Today

Rode over thata way in Wisconsin. Some pavement. Some gravel. And some pictures.

Maiden Rock, the hub of the Flood Run. Same thing as every year: black Harley's;
riders in doo-rags; skull t-shirts and not a lot of interesting bikes to look at. For gawd's sake, would someone ride an old BSA, or Norton or even a Harley built before 1981?

Separated at birth. And you thought there were a lot of
black Harley's and doo -rags in Maiden Rock? 
Holy schnikes, look at the yellow on them thangs.

At least there was one interesting thing to see in Maiden Rock.
Ford hot-rod that was primo cherry.

Finally.Old panhead for sale along the side of the road in Pepin.

If you want the real Flood Run, it is the shit where no one else on a cruiser
 will ever, ever, ever go. Yes, curvy roads or gravel. That's the ticket.

Gravel: it's whats for dinner.

Blah blah blah. And look, more blah blah blah.

From The Dept. of Blah Blah Blah

Flood Run is Saturday. Blah blah blah. Raises money for the orphanage. Blah blah blah. And raises money for blind cats. Blah blah blah. One way down the river. One way up the river. Blah blah blah. Ass-less chap contest in Maiden Rock. Blah blah blah. No body riding on the curvy back roads. Blah bla.... Wait; no one riding on the curvy back roads? Well, then, meet at Red Wing Caribou, say 0930 to 1000?  Sounds like a plan to me. And, holy shit Monkey Boy, it's gonna be sunny and 65 degrees.

What it is really like to ride in the flood run.

Monkey Boy. The Monkey Boy.

Stuff To Watch On A Sunday Night

Advice For Days Like Today....

So, we've already been out several times making the most of some decent riding weather. As of yesterday, that all went down the toilet. So, to help embrace this batch of wintery crap that only happens in this God-forsaken state, enjoy this video that is full of types and tricks.....

Yet More From Mexico

More pictures, prolly Mexico City.... looks like a big city.

And from today's ride in Minnesota.....

Even adventure bikes are banned from the high water zone.

Stickers; gotta love 'em.

More From Mexico....

The pictures are making their way from south of the border. An assortment of views, and in particular, what our riding friends in Mexico zipped around on....

On The Road in Mexico

What do you do when you got time, a motorsickle, and a sense of adventure? Ride it from Minnesota to Mexico. (We suggest you do this before Uncle Donald builds a wall or a moat....). A few from our St. Cloud man, Shawn. And his motorcycle of choice? Honda Africa Twin that has racked up a shit ton o'miles.