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Americade

Saturday- June 5th This year's group meets at Bob Evans in Lebanon. It includes previous Americaders Russ & Marilyn Sears, Ron Cawien & Karen Tomlin, Don & Loretta Taylor, and Bud Smith. To this group we now add 1st timers Tim Sevier & Donna Kiser, John Allspach, and Sandie Smith. After a slow breakfast, it's hit the road for the first day's ride is a little over 500 miles to Bath New York. This is all interstate riding: I-71, I-271,I-90, to Rt. 17. This long first day sets the agenda for the next day.

Sunday - This day it is on the road at 7 a.m. It's an hour's ride to cover 28 miles over the foothills by small township roads into Watkins Glen NY. We have a good breakfast setting on the outside deck trying to fix John up with the waitress Ilene. John is the only single person in our group. We now ride around the block and park on the main drag to go over the State
Park to catch the shuttle bus to the top of the mountain. Wow! Does that line of Goldwings with trailers look awesome. The shuttle bus driver is also a school bus driver, so he has no trouble with us kids. He even go off and did the camera duty. You can do this walk two ways. Start at the bottom and walk up and take the bus down, or take the bus up and walk down. We have learned to take the bus up and walk down. This is a 1 1/2 mile walk on a stone path traversing a deep canyon with 18 waterfalls. Us old folks with bifocals have to watch very carefully where we step. It is on the strenuous side for there is 870 steps on the way down. We drink a pop and let the sweat evaporate. Mount up for it's time to see some beautiful countryside.

We take Rt. 414 up along Seneca Lake. What a scenic ride. We are splitting grape vineyards on both sides of the road. To the right, they go uphill and to the left they slope all the way down to the lake. There are several wineries along the way, but we don't stop. The views are
spectacular as we climb in elevation. Now we turn onto Rt. 20 East. This route parallels I-90 and is a beautiful rolling valley type of highway. We do a lunch stop in Nelson at the Nelson Inn of course. The owner gave us the Red Carpet treatment. He even named all the people in the 40-foot mural on the wall showing the Inn in a 1930 fourth of July parade. We now turn on Rt. 80 through Amish country to R5. 5. Then Rt. 10 to Rt. 67 to Johnstown. Shortly we turn onto a back road through Fish House to Lake Luzerne. The road hugged the shoreline of the Great Sacandaga Lake. Now it's an eleven-mile cruise on Rt. 9N to Lake George. Check-in the motel and later go to dinner at the Heidelberg Inn, a small genuine German restaurant in Queensbury. We found it last year and ate there a couple of times. We all hit the hay for we are too tired to go up town tonight. Tomorrow is another story for it's up at seven to go to breakfast and go
riding.

Monday - Up and away we go. We cruise through Lake George giving the newcomers a look at the way downtown looks with cars parked along the main drag. They won't see it that way again. After today it will be thousands of motorcycles squeezed in side by side. Later in the day when we return to pre-registration, we all buy the $3 parking pass, which is good for all
week. We mosey along Rt. 9, the 15 miles to Bolton's Landing to Franks for breakfast. We sit outside on the deck under the umbrellas. This section of Rt. 9 is gentle hills and curves lined with the old hand me down generation to generation summer homes. They are beautiful. However, you can see where big money is encroaching along the lake front. With full tanks and tummies, we parade up Rt. 9 just absorbing in the surround environment. We pull into a scenic overlook. There are several other motorcycles of various brands already there. We dismount and immediately
are involved in conversation with the others. No ill feelings here, for at Americade you are a motorcyclist. On the road to Rt. 8 where we head west to Rt. 9. Note: There is a Rt. 9 and Rt. 9N which criss cross each other. Rt. 9 takes you along Schroon Lake to the town of Schroon. Now we turn east on Rt. 74 going past Paradox Lake and Eagle Lake. This is a very pleasant ride and in my opinion, one of the most scenic. This takes us to Fort Ticonderoga. Ok, lets take a break and have lunch.

A quick riders meeting and we decide to take the Ticonderoga Ferry to Vermont so that the first timers can get another state. It's north on Rt.22A to Rt 125 East. This takes us to the only bridge crossing Lake Champlain at Crown Point. Now it's Rt. 9N south back to Lake George and
the Holiday Inn. This is where registration is. There is still a long line and it takes us about 40 minutes to get through. It's about as well organized as it can be, but when you have 47 thousand pre-registered, it takes time. First timers get out your atlas and mark this loop. I highly recommend this be your first ride to get familiar with the area. Depending on stops, it's a good half day ride.

We go back to the motel and refresh and head back to town to become part of the action. Walk the sidewalks, shop for tee shirts, look at all the bikes, and sit on the stone wall along the main drag. Sitting on the wall is the easiest way to find friends, for sooner or later they will walk by. Marty spied Pete Woodruff, and we had a long conversation with him. He gave John a good lecture on custom seats. He's now retired. I can't remember all that paraded by but there was Leon & Ruth Rodgers, Gary & Mary Lou Every, Lloyd & Becky Clydewell, Gene & Kathy Wallace, Dave & Theresa Corner, and some of the Over the Hill gang from back home. We always find Sparky, a gal Martha made friends with several years ago. She is a correction officer from Connecticut and rides her Helix to Americade. She leaves her Harley at home. It's late so back to the motel for it's up early to go to PaPa's for breakfast.

Tuesday - You won't find it on your map, but from exit 19 on I-87 go west on Aviation road and take a left on Potter Road then turn left on CR58 (West Mountain Rd). Turn right on Lake Luzerne Road. What a mountainous twisty township road. The group find PaPa's in Lake Luzerne, and we set on the outside deck overlooking the rapids at the beginning of the Hudson River. PaPa's decor is hundreds of various milk bottles. We now head up to Rt. 9N back to Lake George (11 miles) stopping at the Roaring Brook Ranch, headquarters of the rally. This is where all the seminars are held and where we drop our door prize tickets.

We now motor up Prospect Mountain to watch the Drill Team competition. Now we park uptown and trolley (.25) it to the Tour Expo. It gets bigger each year with over 200 vendors. Trolley back to downtown to do the Taste of Lake George. This is a sampler of four restaurants on the lake front walk. Sit on the wall till it's time to go to bed.

Wednesday - This is a hang around town and vendors day. We park uptown early so as to have a parking place this evening after the two hour dinner cruise on Lake George. We have a rain shower for about a hour while at the vendors. The only rain of the week, but it was a little windy on the boat. It was great cruise and meal. We didn't win any of the many door prizes given away by the sponsor Dunlop. Some go back to the motel to get ready to leave in the morning, while the rest do the uptown scene.

Thursday - Tim & Donna, John Allspach, Bud & Sandie Smith, and Don & Loretta Taylor do an early leave towards home with plans to spend some time at Niagara Falls. The rest of the group along with some friends of Ron Cawien head to Schroon Lake for breakfast. There are clouds drifting by,
and we are apprehensive about being able to go up White Face Mountain. In our previous ten years, we have only been able to go up one time due to weather. We stop and see the mind-boggling ski jumps at Lake Placid. Nobody in their right mind would ever go down one on purpose. At the gate
to Whit Face they say the clouds are breaking up. We get our $2 discount for our Americade arm bands and pay the $8 fee. The road up is awesome and will make you pucker. We pass through the clouds and after parking you do the 300' tunnel through solid granite to an elevator that
does the last 276' to the top. The views are indescribable as big holes appeared in the clouds opening up fantastic views of Lake Placid and the beautiful valleys below. We work our way to I-87 and head home. Watch out for deer!

Friday - Again we get up early to try a new place for breakfast. Ron and Karen told us of a place they had breakfast while on a guided tour Thursday. Thanks for their directions for you will never accidentally find this place for it's out in the boondocks. It's a 33-mile ride east on Rt.
149 to Rt. 4 North to Rt. 22A East. You go through the small town of North Granville about two miles and turn left on a small township following the Maple Syrup signs. This is a genuine old Maple Syrup farm, they cater to the Americade tours and have a very limited menu. Pancakes, sausage links, juice, and drinks only. We return to the vendors and I get new boots. It's back to the motel to prepack and do an early dinner at a new restaurant that we seen . This is so we can be in line at 5 p.m. at the gate of Prospect Mountain. They open the gate at 6 p.m. sharp to go up for closing ceremonies. You want to be in the first group, or else you will be
doing the start/stop ride up the mountain, not fun. The parking lot holds about 12,000 bikes all parked in neat rows. What a mind boggling sight. When full, they close the gate and tough, for you miss out on the drawings for the major door prizes and special awards such as oldest rider (85), oldest co-rider (87, and youngest rider (16, and youngest passenger (3 months). We didn't win , so since we were parked in the first row, we mounted up and when the fireworks show started we headed down the mountain. If you wait, it can be another two hours getting off the mountain. We get back to the motel and hook up the trailers for an early start for home.

Saturday - After a last look at the weather channel, we decide to angle across Pennsylvania towards Pittsburg to avoid possible rain along Lake Erie. We set sail down I-87 to Rt. 20 over to I-88. This is another gorgeous interstate with a continuous valley scene the whole distance to
Binghampton where we take Rt. 17 to Sayre. Not it's no more interstate. We pick up Rt. 220 South all the way to Altoona where we turn onto Rt. 22. Whoopee, for Rt. 22 goes all the way through my hometown of Morrow, Ohio. The tired group arrives in Greensburg, PA. around 8:30 p.m. and we stop at the first motel we see. It was two hundred miles of interstate and over three hundred of back roads. Park the bikes and get rooms, the walk to a Big Boy. Walk back to the motel and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

Sunday - We ride to Big Boy (about 300 feet) and have breakfast. This is our last day on the road and the conversation is about all the lovely sights we have seen and getting home. Rt. 22 shares with I-70 to Zanesville. Due to a detour, we miss our turn off and go on to Rt. 13 down to Lancaster where we pick up Rt. 22 again. We all stop at Papas in Morrow to have our final meal before splitting and going our separate ways. As we leave the restaurant, the sky darkens and we hear thunder. We all make it home dry except Ron and Karen. Sorry I tried to keep you dry all week, and that's hard to do at Americade.

Next year Martha and I will probably skip Americade. (this is our eleventh year) and make Billings our big trip. Plus the fact that they have already torn down the motel we stayed in to expand the parking lot of the Great Escape Amusement Park. Happy trails to you until we meet again.

Keith & Martha Kennedy
Chapter Directors OH A-2"

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Illinois Rally

Dave Lee/Gloria Cowan
Asst.Chapter Directors In. "D"

One of our goals since we joined GWRRA in 1996 was to visit a different Rally outside of our Region every year. This year we did 2. Tennessee Rally in April and the Illinois Rally the first weekend of August. It was a real treat for us. A small Rally compared to those in our Region but very friendly. We were welcomed with open arms and treated like family the whole weekend.
Never once were we treated like an outsider. We would like to thank everyone there for showing us such a great time. Next years Rally will be in Effingham and if anyone ever gets a chance to attend, it will be a Rally you won't forget. On a sad note while we were there a 95 Wing burnt to the ground. No one really knows exactly what happened and luckily no one was hurt. It belonged to one of the vendors and one can only speculate what happened. It was really great to see everyone, (vendors and members) stop by to see if they could help in any way, whether it was to help with the clean up or to get this trailer (which also had fire damage), back to Florida.

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Help! Bail Me Out.

Tom McKiernan did it. He led Martha and I along with Ted and Phylis Vinegar and Wayne Cunningham on an over nighter to tour the old prison in Mansfield, Ohio. I led the group from my house outside Morrow, on some roads they had never traveled before. This was just to get us to the Route 68 diner for lunch. Now after a very nice lunch, it's Tom's ride. Boy, did he get even. As you know I'm pretty good on roads and directions, I have no idea how we went. Does it really take four hours from Wilmington to get to Columbus? He did make one unplanned stop at the AMA Museum. We found our Motel and did a quick check in and scan of the weather channel. Quick, for starvation was setting in and rain was a couple of county's away. The motel recommended a nice place about two miles further out in the boondocks. Oops it's Saturday night and no reservations. We have a 45 minute wait while they work us in. We sat at the bar and I have one and only one drink while having a good time with the Bar Tender. We finally got seated and had a very good meal as the tales flowed, and we laughed and giggled forgetting all about time and the approaching rain. Yes, we told one tale too many for when we stepped outside the rain was just starting. Now it was everyone for themselves. No time to put on rain suits, mount up and get going. The two miles back to the motel was done quickly as possible on the dark curvy road. Cover the bike and get in without getting very wet. No party now, for we are all tired and hit the sack.

The next morning we had breakfast at the motel restaurant. It didn't matter that it was still drizzling and showers were in the area, for Tom led us on a couple hours for some very scenic back roads riding. We arrived at the prison a little early for we want to be in the first group to go through. What an impressive stone structure it is. It was built in 1910 and closed in 1990. It looks as if it belongs in the medieval times of Knights and Maidens. The cost of $5 each was well worth the two & half hour tour. Bob our tour guide did a excellent job with a running commentary on the past history and of the many strange happenings that has occurred there. This prison was the setting for the movie Shawshank Redemption. It was also the prison scene in Air Force One.

This was a prison that you would not have wanted to do any time in. It's not like the country clubs of today. The Historical Society has taken over the facility and is trying to make a tourist attraction out of it. They have their hands full. The structure sat empty for ten years exposed to the elements. The whole interiors paint is peeling big time and is the old lead based paint. EPA won't allow them to scrape it off without going to all the hazardous material procedures which is extremely costly. They are only allowed to sweep up what falls off daily. This is all done with volunteers. It is a shame on our society, when next door is a medium security prison with hundreds of prisoners walking around in a country club environment being paid for with our tax dollars. I highly recommend that your chapter put this on your ride schedule for a Sunday ride as that is the only day they give tours. For more details, you can contact The Mansfield Reformatory Preservation Society, PO Box 8625, Mansfield, Ohio 44906. Their phone number is 419-522-2644. From the prison it was find rt. 42 and head for home. Thanks Tom.

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Buckeye Rally

BUCKEYE RALLY

Although the Buckeye Rally is a fond memory, we received this shortly after July's edition was sent out and thought that this was a nice story and we wanted to share it with you.

My wife Noel and I attended the Buckeye rally in Marietta Ohio, and did we have lots of fun! The people were just great. Venders were very helpful. The "see the blind spot" semi-tractor trailer was there. If you ever get a chance to sit in a semi-tractor with Goldwings stationed around it, DO IT and you will see how to avoid getting run over by one. It really opened my eyes up. The only disappointment that we had was Saturday night when we tried to get dinner tickets on the paddle wheeler. A group had just called in and took all 150 tickets. Maybe next time through we will get dinner on the Ohio river. The trip home was a different route than the one down. (expressways 378 miles) I took a "shortcut" up through the middle of state and cut off 68 miles. Wife says "now that is different! Your shortcuts usually add 75-100 miles!" If you ever get into Mt.Vernon, Ohio stop at the SOUTH SIDE DINER and get ready for GOOD FOOD at reasonable prices. Now all we hope to do is to have an EVEN BETTER TIME IN MICHIGAN IN JULY !!!!!!!
Until then Fred & Noel Lindsay Chapter A-2 Ann Arbor Mi.

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Wing Ding XXI

I finally made it back home early this morning, about 1 am, from a long trip to Wing Ding. Only rode about 3200 miles this trip. Butt is glad to be home. I went to my 30 yr high school reunion, saw a bunch of old (well, at least older) friends. Saw my folks in Tulsa. Went to Wing Ding and WOTI [Wings On the Internet] breakfast every day. Saw some more old friends and met some new ones. My 70+ year old Mom even rode with me from Langley, OK to Springfield and back to go to WOTI breakfast and to visit Wing Ding. She was plum tuckered out though by the time I got her back home. We had to ride in the rain a little bit too. My long trip in April to the Alamo Run was a little different than this trip. In April I was able to successfully avoid all the rain. There was plenty of rain around, but I never had to ride in any of it. This trip I had to
ride in rain nearly every day. Got rained on in most every state I traveled through. Had a great time though.

My route this time was similar to the April run, but in reverse. I left Atlanta and headed northwest up through Tennessee, Kentucky, the corner of Illinois, and on the Jackson, Missouri to overnight with Roger Riley (thanks, Roger). We went to a dinner meeting of his local GWRRA chapter. Had a good time. My speedometer cable broke somewhere around Paduka so we tried to find one at Roger's local dealer the next morning. No luck. Rain didn't seem to want to stop so I left in the rain and headed for Mom's place in northeast Oklahoma. Stopped at a couple more dealers looking for speedo cable. Finally just ordered one in Springfield knowing I would be back the next week for Wing Ding. I over nighted at Mom's, then went to Dad's in Tulsa for a couple of
nights. Back to Mom's for a night and then on to Springfield and Wing Ding Tuesday afternoon with Mom on the back. Over nighted with Roger Riley, Jerry Cummins, and One Thumb at a cabin Roger had arranged (thanks again, Roger!). Next morning (early!) we headed out for WOTI breakfast. At Wing Ding we roamed around for a while looking at vendor stuff, then went to a couple of seminars. One seminar was a co-rider seminar, so Mom now has a co-rider card. Later that afternoon we headed over to the local Honda dealer to get my speedometer cable. I installed it and then we headed back to Oklahoma. Next morning (Thursday) I left Oklahoma pretty early but got to the WOTI breakfast just as most everyone else was finishing. I spent most of Thursday morning with Nathan Riggs and his wife. We watched a couple of the drill teams and were going to watch the slow riding seminar when a big storm hit, the field events were postponed, and everyone was evicted from the bleachers and crowded into the vendor display buildings. I don't think the vendors minded too much. The weather finally cleared though and we left for a catfish dinner after Roger had allowed enough time to allow his new pin-striping to dry.

Friday morning I bumped into Glen Nash at the WOTI breakfast while I lingered as most others had left. He was going to be overnighting at Roger's cabin with the rest of us so he and I spent most of the day together, first watching the last part of the drill team competition, then the postponed slow riding seminar, then more vendors. We separated for a while and I
bought a luggage rack and had it installed. Then we met up to leave for dinner at
an Italian place in Kimberling City. Got there a couple of minutes before the rest of our crowd.

Saturday morning was the final WOTI breakfast, and several of us showed up in green and white striped "Dru" shirts as suggested by Joe Henderson. Great idea Joe. But wouldn't you know it, Dru showed up with purple and white stripes. Where'd you get the Barney shirt Dru? But we gotta give him credit. He did go change into his Dru shirt for the obligatory photo! Then off to Wing Ding again for the Classic Wings seminar. Finally left at noon headed for Mom's to pick up stuff I had left there, and then on into Tulsa to Dad's for his 78th birthday dinner.

Sunday afternoon I left Tulsa and headed south to Gladewater, TX to visit in-laws. Visited with them Sunday evening and Monday. Then Tuesday morning I departed for Atlanta. Stopped in Longview for brunch at Bodacious BBQ, one of my favorite places. Headed east along highway 80 thru Marshall. I waved at you Wizz but you must not have seen me. We gotta play some pool
some time. I used to be purty good, but have gotten a little rusty. High noon found me passing by downtown Shreveport where I waved at Jack West but he must have not been able to see past the glare of his pants. Missed you at Wing Ding Jack. Maybe next time.

Not much else happened on the trip home. Just long interstate miles and lots of squirming trying to find a comfortable butt position. Got sprinkled on a couple of times. Met an interesting Ohio couple at the western most Mississippi rest stop. I don't remember names well, but the lady's name was Judy (the same as my sister-in-law). They had a nice White wing and white trailer. They had been at Wing Ding and had spent a little time afterwards travelling along the Natchez Trace Parkway. I don't think they were impressed much with it's appeal as a motorcycle ride. They were going to take back roads through Mississippi and Alabama on their way back home.
He didn't have to go back to work until Monday so they were just enjoying the trip. We talked briefly about WOTI and he mentioned they knew Earl Scherzinger, the patch guy. I think they said they were in the same GWRRA chapter.

Rick Melling Conyers, GA
'78 Maroon Wing - Medusa Roo Flag Relay

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COYS at Wing Ding XXI

Photo taken by Kris Gaj

WING DING XXI – Springfield, Missouri

We are home after our busy week in Springfield. We had a lot of rain, a lot of heat and a GREAT TIME! We had a tornado warning and record high temperatures while there, but that certainly didn't keep people from coming. They had a record attendance of over 12,000. Nothing stops Goldwingers from having FUN and buying CHROME. What a fantastic group! We enjoyed seeing many of you.

Let me introduce you to the couples that competed at the International COY Competition. Region A–Frank/Naida Rasbury (Florida), Region B–Ed/Peg Chandler (New Jersey), Region D-Tom/Pat Maynard, Region E-Bob/Mary Lou England (Wisconsin), Region F–Ron/Sally Viltrakis (Arizona), Region H-Ron/Char Sadler (Oklahoma), Region I–Jim/Elaine Graham (Oregon), Region L–Gary/Pauline Horwood (Newfoundland), Region M–Jack/Doris Schoeck (Kansas), and Region N–Steve/Jo Ann Mead (Virginia).

We arrived on Sunday afternoon and, after settling our belongings, gathered in the lobby with some of the COY's that had arrived earlier. As that day progressed, we tried to meet each new COY as they arrived and take some time to get acquainted. Bob/Mary Lou England invited us to visit in their room for a while that evening.

Several of us met for breakfast on Monday morning, and continued to greet the remaining COY's as they arrived. A few went to PFI, a huge western store, to spend money (in the rain). On Monday evening, we held our Orientation Meeting with Herb/Kaye Thomas, National Couple of the Year Coordinators, and Chris/Sally Bobek, current International COY. During this meeting, we learned the procedure for the following day of competition and drew for the order in which we would be presented. Each couple signed up for helping at Wing Ding in various areas during the week. After the meeting, everyone was invited to Chris/Sally Bobek's room for a little informal get together. It was quite interesting to learn that almost all members of the COY competition work at some "service oriented" place. They are GREAT people!

Tuesday morning we were given a tour of the Ozark Fairgrounds to familiarize us with everything for Wing Ding. At 11:45 a.m. everyone met for pictures, followed by a reception, where we were able to meet each Region Director. At 1:30 p.m. the selection process began. Tom and I were fortunate enough to draw #2, so didn't have too long to wait before our presentation. After each couple gave their five (5) minute presentation, we were each brought back for a couple of questions. The rest of the COY's enjoyed each other in the reception area during this time. We all discussed trying to make a new policy and let ALL of the COY's travel together for the coming year as International Couples, but since that isn't feasible, the wait began – the winner would be announced the following morning at Opening Ceremonies. Chris and Sally also mentioned they thought they could become the first "SENIOR COY". That evening, the Bass Pro Shop gave a warm welcome to the Goldwingers. WOW – what a place! The parking lot and the store were filled with GWRRA members looking, eating, buying, visiting, etc.

Wednesday the COY's left for the Fairgrounds at 7:30 a.m.(in the rain), with Opening Ceremonies at 8:30 a.m. After the initial introductions, each Region Director and their COY were introduced. The BIG moment arrived - the announcement was made by Chris/Sally Bobek for the new 1999/2000 International Couple of the Year to represent GWRRA - "Region N - Steve/ Jo Ann Mead"! After the tears, presentations and congratulations, Opening Ceremonies continued. Regardless of which couple was chosen to represent GWRRA as International COY, everyone is a winner and will continue to represent GWRRA wherever we go. We spent the remainder of the day visiting vendors (well maybe spending a little too). That evening we visited the famous "Lambert's", home of the famous roll throwing, with our Region D Staff.

Thursday was the time that we had a tornado warning and everyone was inside during this time. Once again, what a group - everyone gathered in close quarters and continued to visit until the warning was over. I'm sure the inside vendors enjoyed this busy time since they had a captivated audience. After lunch, we were involved in judging for the Mascot contest. That evening we had dinner with our Michigan District Staff.

Friday – at 7:30 a.m. we attended the Masters Breakfast for all Level IV riders. The first COY Reunion for the Region and National COY's was held at 11:00 a.m. We volunteered for help with traffic control during the Grand Parade that evening. After the parade, we went to dinner with Region D Staff.

Saturday – we enjoyed a rather relaxed morning before meeting at the grandstand. The COY's enjoyed greeting everyone coming for Closing Ceremonies at 3:00 p.m. After closing, all volunteers met for ice cream (but of course). That evening we enjoyed dinner, followed with dessert and an informal get together with the COY's for the last time. New friends will always look for an opportunity to see each other again and this was no exception. We all exchanged sad farewells and hugs, and a lot of pictures were taken. Plans for some of the couples are already made. Bob/Mary Lou England will be visiting at the Michigan Rally and Chris/Sally and Tom and I are attending the Illinois Rally, where we will once again visit with Jack/Doris Schoeck. Our new International COY, Steve and Jo Ann Mead will be attending Region D Rally in September. Upon taking my daughter and granddaughter to O'Hare on Wednesday, I saw Gary/Pauline Horwood on their way back to Canada.

Sunday and Monday we spent traveling home with Chris and Sally Bobek. What an inspiration they have been to us. As our friends, we have had the privilege of sharing many wonderful times together. Their encouragement and enthusiasm is catching. As State Staff, they are certainly an inspiration to each of us for enthusiasm and encouragement. Be sure to visit them at the PR Booth at the Michigan Rally and give them a hug and a big "THANK YOU" for being our International COY representing GWRRA during the last year. They are "Special"!

We would once again like to express our gratitude to Chapter J, the Cascades Wings of Jackson, Michigan, our Michigan District and our Region D for the support that has been given to us during our time as your Couple of the Year. LB Hilbert and Mary Penet started it all for us when they nominated us for Chapter COY and each one of you gave your support – thank you LB & Mary!. It is an experience that we would never exchange for anything. We will continue as Region D COY until Region D Rally on Labor Day weekend.

Our local Chapter is where it all started for us. We love all of you. Please continue to support the COY Program. If you do not have a Chapter COY, get busy and select that SPECIAL someone for your Chapter honor. The encouragement from the Chapter is important to each individual. And remember everyone is a "WINNER"!

God Bless Each One of You

Tom/Pat Maynard, Chapter MI J ACD

Region D COY

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Being A Friend

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Bloomington, IN, Spring Wing Warm Up

I recently attended the Indiana "Spring Wing Warm Up" Rally held in Bloomington, IN. The ride from Spring Valley, OH, was a pleasant and uneventful one (thankfully). Traveling Rt 46 found the rolling hills with smooth gentle curves. Just enough to wet your appetite.

Feeling adventurous, I had not preplanned how to reach the fairgrounds and ended up driving through Bloomington. Although this afforded an unexpected opportunity to see the Indiana University Campus, it's not recommended, unless you enjoy heavy traffic and numerous lane changes.

Arrival at the fairgrounds found several Wingers already setup for the weekend, coupled with beautiful sunshine. Of course to locate the fairgrounds I had to stop and ask directions. Not as simple as it sounds, if you know what I mean (and I'm sure the ladies know how hard it is for us guys to ask for directions).

The grounds were clean and the buildings well maintained. Vendors (over 40) were located inside and out, and offered a wide variety of chrome and other goodies for old and new wings and their owners. The host chapter offered several escorted rides each day. Reports from participants indicated these were very scenic and enjoyable. I encourage you to take advantage of the rolling hills of southern Indiana. I camped with Chapter IN-N, from Southbend, IN. It's great to know a stranger is always welcome among Wingers. They were friendly, willing to help in any way they could, and provided lively and entertaining discussions on a wide range of topics. I've heard it said by some co-riders that men and women riders sitting around talking about their wings can go on for hours. In this case, it lasted three days.

Rain came Sunday afternoon/evening and we couldn't ride the light parade for safety considerations. Of course this didn't dampen the spirits of the attendees. Monday came with light rain and the hustle and bustle of everyone preparing for their rides home.

All in all, a great weekend with newfound friends, some super riding, and of course exhaustion. My hat goes off to Eric and Jan Franson, Indiana District Directors, their entire staff and the host chapter, for a job well done.


Dave Dulin
"The Pink Panther"
E-Wing News Project Editor
June 1999

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ERC At Troy

HONDA RIDER ED CENTER, TROY, OHIO

On May 16, 1999, thirteen riders and one co-rider met at the Honda Rider Education Center in Troy, Ohio. The purpose of the gathering was to attend the Experienced Rider Course (ERC). Twelve of the riders drove their beloved Gold Wings and one rode the other brand with the loud pipes. There were even two riders from Australia riding Wings. For those of you who didn't know, and this writer didn't, Jerry Richards, GWRRA Great Lakes Region Director, is a MSF instructor, and one of the two instructors needed that day.

Having never met the man, this writer had no idea what lay in store from the instructors or the course. Before the day was over we were both educated and entertained by Jerry and Walt Miller, the second instructor. Ages of the Wings ranged from 1988-1998, and all performed flawlessly, of course! Sounds of foot pegs and  floorboards gently touching the smooth  asphalt were heard throughout the day. There were even barks as the rear ties were intentionally locked up. Yes, you can skid the rear tire on a 1500.

Some of the riders and co-rider had taken the ERC for five consecutive years. A noteable accomplishment and a testament to their dedication to being the safest riders and co-rider they can be. At the end of  the day everyone was tired and more prepared for those unexpected and potentially dangerous situations we all encounter all too often. We had all learned, or been reminded of the many ways we can all minimize, reduce or manage the high risks associated with riding motorcycles.

If you're in Ohio, the State offers many courses throughout the riding season. In Ohio, call 1-800-83-RIDER for more information. I encourage each of you, riders and co-riders, to take advantage of the motorcycle safety courses in your individual areas.
Till next time, be safe, keep 'em up, and enjoy!

Dave Dulin
"The Pink Panther"
E-Wing News Project Editor
June 1999

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Branson Or Bust

Well, maybe I shouldn't have said bust, for that is what my poor wing did. That's the ending, so let's go back to the beginning. Martha and I met Tim Sevier & Donna Kiser and Ron Cawien and Karen Tomlin on Wednesday morning at 7am. We all crackled and popped in our rain gear as we hugged and greeted each other. The three wings and trailers headed up I-74 looking for breakfast. Now with full tanks and tummies the ride began in earnest. I-465 around Indianapolis to I-70 where we encountered our first rain. A few more showers caressed us off and on to St. Louis. We bounced our way to the Arch. What an impressive sight this arch is. You can't imagine how big it is until you walk up to it and touch it. Martha stayed down (she has gone up before) while the five of us got our tickets ($6@) and only had to wait ten minutes to go. Tickets are for a specific time to ride up in small tramcars holding five persons. The view is awesome looking down on the Mississippi River, Busch Stadium, and when you look west, you readily see why the call St. Louis the Gateway to the West. On a clear day you can see the curvature of the earth.

From there we rode about a mile up Market St. to the Union Station. What they have done with their old train station is unbelievable. Hundreds of glittery shops and most importantly, lots of eating establishments. We had a very nice dinner overlooking their lake. We then took them upstairs to see the lobby of the old hotel, (now a Hyatt) This is an impressive lobby, as you will ever see. This area would make a great three-day ride. The biggest complaint I have is that the parking garages stick it to you if you are pulling a trailer with your motorcycle. They double the rate. A car would have been $6, but for us it was $12.

We left there in drizzle for our motel about 15 miles east in Fairview Heights. The traffic was gridlocked due to a ball game at the stadium. Of course the drizzle changed to a downpour. None of us were comfortable on the ride to the motel.

The next morning we were on the road at 7am. We had a short distance to go and a long way to get there. We took I-255 south to I-55. Then it was Rt. 67 to Park hills. Now it's back twisties the rest of the trip, Rt. 32 over to Rt.21 South. We spent an hour at Elephant Rock State Park. This Park is a paved path winding among Granite rocks and then the giant boulders that resemble Elephants, thus the name. There are stations along the path with stainless steel plaques in Braille describing the surrounding view. We continue our way on Rt. 21 stopping for lunch in a little hole in the wall place. We all had very potent chili. Poor motorcycle seats.

We pick up Rt. 60 West a short ways to Rt. 103 into Big Springs State Park. This is a four-mile in and out trip that is guaranteed to make your butt get a good grip on the seat. Karen had both arms up in the air as if she was on a roller coaster. Back out on Rt. 60 we missed our turn onto Rt. 19. Don't miss this route. It's the most awesome roller coaster road that Martha and I have ever done. We now pick up Rt. 160 to Branson. As the others describe it, it seems like 200 miles of Tennessee's Rt. 129. It's 40 to 60 mph sweepers all the way. Counter steer, counter steer. We were all stiff in the shoulders the next day.

Friday after breakfast we Rode Rt.248/160 to the Bass Pro Store in Springfield. This is the most visited attraction in Missouri. Bass Pro is the supermarket of Sporting Goods Stores. We returned to the rally area after having a fabulous steak dinner at Mosquites Charlie's.

That evening we gave up our free ice cream to go to the Shoji Tabuchi Show. I had arranged for tickets a long time ago. We had front row center seats. The theater seats 2400. This is the top rated show in Branson. Shoji (we are on a first name basis for he judged the bike show that Charlie Trew won in 1993), of course I'm kidding, however Martha did talk to him and he remembered. He plays the whole range of music on the violin from bluegrass to opera. Ask about the new drum segment. The show is a two hour and forty minute show. It's midnight before we hit the sack.

Saturday it's an early start for breakfast. We have picked up Jim Russell and a couple of others to join in on our adventure of going out to Bass Pro's Big Cedar Lodge on Table Rock Lake for their buffet. I almost dumped it crossing the stream on the way in when I hit a deep underwater chuckhole. I took the back way in to miss the two deep stream crossings, but I forgot about the third one. Oh well you can't avoid it. The Devils Pool Restaurant is a rustic log building on the hillside overlooking the lake. This is a fisherman's heaven. Custom made omelets with all the trimmings to go along. Local biker in the buffet line said to take Rt. 86s West to the "F" road. He said it wound through a State Park and was very scenic. We now split in different groups, some going back to the rally and the rest going to Eureka Springs Arkansas.

We took the biker's suggestion and headed west on Rt. 86. Ooops, we forgot to ask how far. We rode a long way with the headsets constantly ask where is the "F" road. Against all male instincts, we stopped to ask directions. We were on course, but detoured to take in Eureka Springs on the way. Rt.23 puts us back on Rt.86 and on our way to the "F" road. If you don't know it, Missouri identifies their country roads by alphabetical designations. The park road was no better than what we had been riding for two days. We pick up Rt. 76-east back to Branson.

Marty and I bought crazy pants and started repacking for the trip home. Walked up the road for our dinner buffet at the Golden Coral. It's going to be a 7am start in the morning.

We go Rt.248 to Rt.160 to bypass construction on the main Rt.65. A local couple was hospitalized from going down in the deep gravel of the construction. We had no sooner turned on I-44 when my voltmeter fell off the scale. The charging system has died. I had a new alternator put on eleven months ago. Yes this is a 1500. The three bikes swapped batteries for five hundred miles. With all the fuses pulled it was stretching it to make 100 miles. What a stressful ride, no lights, no intercom, no instruments, and a very unhappy CO-RIDER. We were praying that we wouldn't get caught in the stop & go traffic of St. Louis, for if the cooling fans come on they will kill the engine. At one of the battery swaps about 175 miles west of Indianapolis, we realize that we can't make it home before darkness sets in. Tim saves the day with his cell phone. He calls John Allspach and has him get Tim's Explorer and trailer to meet us in Indianapolis. The timing works out perfect. Now we feel like a brand X as we trailer the bike home. Charge the battery and ride to Honda where it is awaiting an autopsy at this time.

Did this ruin the whole trip? No. It only reinforced what GWRRA can do for you. With friends like Tim Sevier, Donna Kiser, Ron Cawien, Karen Tomlin, and the final savior John Allspach, we were never in doubt. They gave us encouragement when we looked down. Martha and I can't say enough to thank them. THANKS.

PS. It was only corrosion on an internal connection.

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Michigan Wingless Weekend

Michigan's Wingless Weekend -Theme of "Gone With the Wing (Wind)"

We start the weekend off by taking a half day off from work. Debbie opts not to go in on this day and we try to get to the Sheraton Hotel in Lansing MI as soon as we can, even though check i is not till 3 pm. We are not the only ones there. Everywhere you look you see a field of GWRRA vests and no one seems to care that we still have 3 to hours before anyone can get in their room. (They tend to take you as the rooms open up). Registration is limited to the first 500 people ad (except for the five rooms that are saved for pilots and stewardesses) we basically take up the whole hotel. As with your getaway [Ohio's Cabin Fever] we also have a theme and it is always fun to see the costumes and ideas that abound. One thing that makes it fun is the hotel staff really enjoy having us there as much as we enjoy being there, so much so that they join in and dress up to match the theme. We were told by one employee that they do their best to be scheduled for that weekend.

Friday is spent mingling with the others. They have 50/50 tickets for that evening's drawing. They have an area with tables setup for gathering and it is decorated to match the theme. This year of course it is Rhett Butler & Scarlett almost life size so you could get a picture of yourself with them. One of the things that was tried one year and really went over was a back alley casino where you can play Roulette, Blackjack, and a couple other games and the best part is you don't have to use your money. This year, Larry Kephart gathered everyone around the front lobby and from the second floor informed everyone that they had to have fun and to see to it he tossed out play money in the form of $100.00 bills bearing the likeness of our District Director & his wife "Ian & Audrey Holmes". If you didn't manage to gather up any money there was no need to worry because inside your registration packet were two packs of bills, one with Ian's picture and one with Audrey's picture. I guess participating in the games is practice for the real thing because some people really make a killing at this. To bad it isn't real money you say. Well after you decide you have had enough and want to quit, you take whatever (play) cash you have and you can purchase chances on any one of four prizes hat have been donated by area merchants or members. Gifts consist of a Beautiful Hand Made Quilt, a Gift Certificate on a motorcycle helmet, a one night's stay at the Sheraton Hotel and the last prize slips my mind.

Saturday they have an Officers Meeting and the tickets for the Gold Wing which will be raffled off at the Michigan Rally are passed out to the Chapter Directors. 50/50 is sold for a drawing that evening and they have seminars which anyone can attend and are very informative. They hold the COY competition and during this time, four chapters are asked to put on lobby games which are always fun to watch and participate in. (Awards are supplied by the District and given out at Saturday's dinner. Speaking of dinner, you can't have a GWRRA get together without food. Saturday night the dining area is decorated and one wall has an almost life size mural keeping with the theme which you can pose in front of and have your picture taken. A lot of members have take their time to dress up in outfits keeping with the theme. A fine dinner and dessert is served up by the Sheraton staff. During the course of the evening, awards are presented for the lobby games and casino prizes are given out. Special mentions are done and participants for the Michigan COY are presented to all and the next MI COY announced and toasted (with non-alcoholic champagne). Then there's dancing and 50/50 to round out a perfect weekend with friends.

Last years MI COY, Tom & Pat Maynard from Chapter J in Jackson MI also went on to become current Region D COY and were on hand to present J.J. & Lee Jacobs of Chapter J in Jackson MI with the honor of being the next Michigan COY. (Note) Chris and Sallie Bobek, former MI COY & 98/99 International COY had a COY award ribbon (I think you would call it) and presented it to all the former MI COY which with the exception of one couple who now reside in Florida were present at this years Wingless Weekend.

Hope you enjoyed reading this or it gave you time for a good nap.

Angel & Debbie Cancel
MIH-2 Newsletter Editors
WINGIN1H2@aol.com
April 1999

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Bike Week

About a year and a half ago, my wife Marguerite and I moved from Winston-Salem, NC to Cincinnati.  We have become affiliated with Chapter L and enjoy the fellowship of these wonderful people.  Since I make it a point to go to Bike Week in Daytona Beach each year I have found a couple of new challenges.  First, it is a lot longer ride than it was from W.S.  About twice as far.  Therefore I need to allocate four days for riding the approximately 2000 mile round trip.  Second, the weather above the Appalachian Mountains is a lot different than I was used to.  I can always adjust my departure time to miss foul weather, but coming home I have to play the cards I am dealt.

Well, this year certainly had its challenges and rewards.  When I left Cincinnati on Saturday, February 27, it was raining and about 45 degrees.  My destination was Atlanta.  It rained most of the way to Lexington, KY and then stopped until I got below Jellico, TN.  Picked up the rain again and finally hit a real pour between Knoxville and Chattanooga.  After getting into GA, the rain subsided but there was no sunshine.The next day the sun was out and the temperatures soared.  By the time I reached FL, the temp was in the low 70s.  The rest of the time in FL saw 75-80 degree days with no rain.  What a welcome break from winter in OH.

The only thing I can say about Bike Week is that for me it formally begins the riding season.  If you have never been to this event, I really can't explain it.  I believe it is the largest week long event in the USA based on attendance.  The economic impact on the area estimated to be around $240 million.  It is a truly unique experience.  What a great time! 

As they say, "All good things must come to an end".  On Saturday, March 6, I headed north for W.S. NC.  The weather was beautiful and I had only a tee shirt on under my leather jacket.  Sunday morning I awoke to a totally different environment.  The temperature was 34, with the sun shining.  By the time I crossed the Virginia state line, the temp had fallen to 27 degrees.  The weather channel had shown snow falling in southern West Virginia so I thought I might have to divert to Knoxville and then head north.  Fortunately the 18 wheelers assured me there was no snow accumulation on the WV Turnpike so I headed north on I-77.

By the time I reached Beckley, WV, the temperature was down to about 25 degrees.  Breezing along at 75 MPH in this air temperature sets the wind-chill factor mighty low.  Probably around 20 degrees below zero.  Finally I arrived back in Cincinnati greeted by low 30 degree weather.  This is the farthest that I have ever ridden in temperatures this low.  I know why I was the only motorcyclist that I saw riding that day.  Everyone else I saw was trailering their bikes.  I have always had an understanding of why people from the northern states trailer their bikes to Bike Week.  This experience gave me a fuller appreciation.  Somehow I currently feel that if I don't ride to Daytona, I have not completed this spring ritual. 

Marguerite says that she might go down next year, but she wants to trailer the bikes to Atlanta and then ride from there.  I believe her bike might be on the trailer by itself and I will be riding.  One thing this setup will do is give me an optional way of getting home if we encounter snow and/or ice.

We hope that each of you have a great 1999 riding season no matter how long it might be.  We hope to attend some GWRRA events this year and meet some of our Ohio brethren.  We also have to finish up our Iron Butt National Park Tour this summer, but that is another story.

Ride safe, far, and often!
Fred Meyers
Fmeyers@lalic.com
April 1999

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A Look Back

Well, here it is!!!  After saying forever that I would write an article for the newsletter, I am finally getting around to doing it.   Why did it take so long you might ask?  One explanation could be that I just couldn't get myself motivated enough to do it.  Well, now something so significant has happened that I am motivated.  If you're wondering what that could be, I am referring to the passing of the CD torch from Bruce and Brenda, to Chuck and Yolanda. As an exiting CD there are many memories to look back on.  Only those who have been there really understand.  Here are some of my reflections looking back.

It starts with an idea you had.  Let's start our own Chapter.  Good idea, but lots of unforeseen challenges.  First you need to be approved by the National Organization, contact District leaders, find a meeting place suitable to everyone, have the minimum number of people to get started, elect officers, advertise, select a meeting time and, most importantly, get people to come.

So you make millions of phone calls, mail out all kinds of stuff, invite, invite, invite, all at your own expense and time, to get the thing off the ground. The first year is the toughest.  Half the people you talked into joining, so you could meet the requirements, don't ever show up again.  The friends you talked into becoming officers don't do a thing, leaving you with ALL the work.  By now running a Chapter, all by yourself, is beginning to soak in. You are responsible to lead every ride.  There's no one else to do it.  So you go out, get on your bike in the pouring rain, and head out for the meeting place.  All the while feeling bad for hauling your supportive spouse with you, when you know that she has a million other things to do.  You arrive at the jump off point expecting 10 - 12 other bikes to go on a ride that you stayed up way past bedtime, on a work night, to put together, only to have 4 show up.  It can be disheartening. You stay with it anyhow, and through time the word gets out and the Chapter begins to pick-up more serious riders.  This can be good, however it's a mixed blessing.  Now the workload has increased, even though there are other members helping to carry some of the load. You see, no matter how many officers you have, YOU are still the one in charge.  This means that you have to oversee all aspects of the Chapter to make sure that everything is running smoothly and on time.  Fortunately, if you have good help this isn't so bad.  Still, you find yourself working late into the night at least 2 - 3 times a week just to break even.  Then you have to allow 1 night a week to maintain and clean your bike.  Weekends no longer belong to you. You are now a CD.  So you feel obligated to attend all the Chapter functions that take place. You are not allowed to be sick, or stay home and mow the yard, (which by the way is a nightmare trying to work into your schedule during the rainy season) or just rest, because, YOU are the CD.  Besides your own Chapter events, you are also expected to attend the District meetings, National functions, and in your spare time, (ha ha) attend other Chapter's functions. After all you do want them to attend yours.  Without realizing it your life has suddenly become consumed by "The Chapter."

Let's see.  During the riding season (Apr. - Nov.) you have commitments every single weekend.  The "off" season, you are only committed 2 weekends per month.  Then there are at least a couple of dinner rides per month, plus an officer meeting each month and lets not forget the newsletter.  One thing often overlooked is all the phone calls you receive (plus the answering machine ones to return).   Every ride it seems someone calls while you're trying to hurry out the house, trying to remember all the flyers and what knots you need.  Are we still going today?  This is especially bad if it's raining.  And of course there are always the ones who called the machine after you left to tell you they couldn't make it like they promised.

So after giving up your whole life, (This was supposed to be fun, but after a while, with all the work, sometimes even the riding become a chore.) what do you get?  Don't know?  Complainers! Yep, for all your efforts someone always complains (usually someone who doesn't do any of the work).  Like what do they complain about, you ask? Ok, the ride was to long, the ride was to short, you ride to fast, you don' t ride fast enough, why did you leave without us?, we were only 20 minutes late, I didn't get my name in the newsletter, I didn't get my newsletter on time, the meetings are to long, stuff costs to much, why did we go there, we always go to the same old places, why did he do it that way, I COULD DO IT BETTER MYSELF, etc. etc. etc....

I think you get the idea.  Being a CD is a lot of work.  It can also be very rewarding and fulfilling.  Making friends, seeing all those smiling faces (like yours) and ahhh yes, leading a ride and looking at all those bikes in the mirrors.  Nothing makes a CD feel prouder than to ride into a Rally, or some other Chapter's event, with a large group of bikes from HIS own Chapter behind him.

Bruce and Brenda you have given, and given, and given, of yourselves, your time and your family.  For that we are grateful.  Had it not been for your dedication and perseverance there would not be a B-3 to ride with.  For that we THANK YOU. Chuck and Yolanda, you are in for some of the most wonderful years of your motorcycling lives.

Gotta go, it's ridin' time!

"Rainman" (David Smith)

Editors Note: If you wonder how Dave knows about the life of a CD, I will tell you. Dave was a Chapter Director of a Christian Motorcyclist Association Chapter at one time. He did such a good job that they made him the State Director! For, I have been told, 9 years!

Bruce R. Smith
wingdoctorbrs@worldnet.att.net
Former Senior Chapter Director, Tri-B Wings

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First Ride of the Year

The morning was crisp and clear. The weather prediction calls for a high of over 70. Perfect weather for a ride on the Wing. It's been awhile, so there's a lot to do.

First, just making sure the Wing is ready for the road. Surely it will be. It was when I parked it. Good! The battery is fine. Choke, key on, push on the starter, yep, fired up just fine. I'd better check the tire pressures. Sure enough, both low. Sure glad I checked, it wouldn't have been pretty if I'd really needed to lean into a curve. Oil, anti-freeze, brakes, lights, all fine. Okay, the Wing's ready, what about me? Let's see! Helmet, sweatshirt, jacket, gloves, rain suit, etc. Yep, looks good. Back to the Wing. Starts fine again. Back out and suddenly it hits me. The Wing feels strange. What's wrong? I've checked everything, twice. It's me! I'm a little rusty. Ease out in 1st and head up the road. The Wing is running great. Responding to every move I make. Whew! Didn't set up right for that first curve to well! I'm drifting just a little. Just not as smooth as I need to be.

There's our parking lot and it's empty. Think I'll swing in for a few minutes. Okay, slow weaves, a little shaky. Third time through, smooth as silk. What about some circles? Okay, head in, lean, turn your head, shift your weight, step on the rear brake lightly. Whew!, not smooth at all. Almost lost it once. I need to do it again. Okay, that's better. Basically same scenario with the figure eight, 45 degree turns, 90 degree turns and slow ride. Panic stop! I forgot how quick the rear tire can break loose. Sure glad I tried it in an empty parking lot. How about a couple of swerves. Oh yea, a little sluggish. Four more times to the left and right. It's coming back! A quick glance at the watch, it's been an hour. Still time for a short run.

Head for my favorite stretch of road. Sure enough, it's still there. Here we go, into the first set of curves. Yea, it's great! Next set of curves coming up. Setup is good, roll on the throttle, road kill dead ahead. Change lines, around the road kill, hard lean to make the turn, we're through. Sure glad I did some practice before I came out. Head home, park the Wing. Cover on, walk to the house and have a fresh cup of coffee. GREAT RIDE!!!

Dave Dulin
"The Pink Panther"
E-Wing News Project Editor
March 1999

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Cabin Fever 1999

This was mine and Lori's first Cabin Fever and we didn't know quite what to expect. Everyone we had spoken to prior to attending told us that it was great time with a lot of fun. We had been waiting for months for this event and had high hopes of something to break up the winter blues of not being able to ride. Not sure of what to expect we took our lap top computer just in case we got bored. Needless to say, it gathered lots of dust. We soon learned that it could have been left at home and we would have had one less thing to carry. It all started Friday afternoon by browsing the vendors and meeting old friends as they checked in. (And yes, we knew most of the vendors by first name) That night we enjoyed a great parade of lights. You wonder how there could be a parade of lights in the middle of February. Well you'll have to go next year and see it for yourself. Then there was Karoke and Dancing until midnight. A great job was done by the DJs of Kick-n-Country, who also happen to be members of GWRRA and belong to chapter OH-E3.

Saturday morning included another trip to the vendors for Lori and then on to the opening ceremonies and COY finals. Boxer Shorts Competition was next followed by games and the Top Gunn Competition. A great course was set up by Larry and Carla Stiles Ohio District Educators. It was a fun event for all. To see what it's like, you'll just have to go next year. There were some Seminars as well which included a seminar on trailering presented by Rider Education. Since we can't go anywhere without our trailer, it was a very useful seminar. There was a Knowledge Enhancement seminar which discussed the GWRRA Organization, and a seminar about Newsletters - creating a winning newsletter. There was also a craft class and Door prize exchange. Sports walk and a sports hat competition were also included in the afternoon lineup of activities. That evening we were treated to the Grand Parade followed by the Talent / No Talent Show. Some of the things they did took some real imagination. We also got Measured for a Casket and did the Oogy Boogy. Of course I can't go into details about these two events since I am sworn to secrecy. You will have to go next year to see what that is all about. Then Saturday night there was something that all of us Gold Wing riders just love. An ice cream bar packed with goodies. Needless to say, it never had a chance. With so many things to do we missed out on the Ice Cream bar but did get to enjoy some more Karoke & Dancing. Lori and I are now pros at 2 country line dances (although I can't remember the names) Kick-n-Country did an excellent job of teaching a line dancing class on Saturday afternoon.

Sunday morning we attended the Closing Ceremonies which included the awards presentation and an auction. We left for home tired but ready for next year's Cabin Fever which will be held at the same location, Ramada Inn on Olentangy River Rd. The staff there and the facility was perfect for this type of an event. We really felt welcome. Oh I forgot to mention all of the buffets. The food and service was exceptional. If you were there you know what I'm talking about. If you didn't get to go be sure and add it to your list of events for next year. We have.

David & Lori Rowland
E-Wing News Editors
March1999

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