In which your faithful correspondent (and Fritz) come from the land of ice and snow...
Don't ask, won't tell
Mounty up!
Flash Back!
While riding through Menagha, we escaped the Finnish Triangle
but remembered Faith & the Believers played the Prom in 68.
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Our welcome was flat.
Very.
Really.
We needed a pusher, man!
Is this mardi gras, Billy?
Only if 6 was 9, Wyatt.
Looking for Nicholson.
Not here.
Wasn't born to follow.
The Press never sleeps.
It just goes home and turns on the answering machine.
Trailering, American style.
So that's where they are.
Don't bogart those oats, my friend.
Roll me another oat.
Born to be wild, back in the day.
Pee south, gentlemen.
Not today, suckers!
Did I ever tell you the story....
Even the price of a beat down has gone up.
Holding up better than us.
Swift Falls
The Niagara of the West Central
Abe in a box.
John Brown's hard body.
Fritz & Fred
I could use one of those, whatever it is.
Gnarly, dudes.
Must be mardi gras, Billy!
Love this Somali stuff!
The Weight
(approximately 3 hours)
If we didn't get to mardi gras, we did almost reach nirvana.
A sunny Saturday afternoon, freshly paved two lane black top
riding along Big Stone lake, coming in to Ortonville on Minnesota 7.
The road rose, fell and wound around through overhanging groves of trees,
with ripples of moraines on one side and the loch below on the other.
No traffic, just some young eagles, great white herons, turkeys, pheasants, deer...
The reason god created motorcycles.
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The theme for the Menagha prom was Love is Blue, with blue streamers and a large blue heart suspended in the middle of the gym.
At one point, we kicked on the blue lights, and, in our blue Nehru jackets, struck up Paul Mauriat's Love is Blue, with tenor sax intro.
Oh, wait. Maybe that was the Verdi prom.