Wednesday, September 12, 2007

MOTORCYCLE TRIP AROUND LAKE SUPERIOR (PART1)


(See more of our motorcycle trip around Lake Superior, CLICK HERE )

At last, the oft-postponed blog about the motorcycle trip around Lake Superior. The saga starts, naturally, at the 75th annual Rutabaga festival in Cumberland, Wisconsin.

This is Kathy with a couple of rutabagas for reference.


Where this festival came from, no one knows. Apparently a local canning company used to can rutabagas here. A rutabaga is like a turnip only yellow inside. When cooked they smell and taste like shit, making them wildly popular. Anyway, this festival is fun and has a parade.

Enter Neil and Hans. A few years back, at the end of a motorcycle trip to Illinois, Indiana, and Kentucky (Why?), we ended up with Rex and Mary at Oktoberfest in LaCrosse Wisconsin. They have a parade. We learned if you add enough alcohol, you can make even a parade fun. We saw there, something that changed our lives. We saw two old guys that were, basically, clowns...........


..........well, the rest is history. We found our retirement project. We now travel, by motorcycle, to a festival with a parade. Then we prepare ourselves in a tavern, assemble the poles and banner (which we haul there on the motorcycles it's the rules), and immortalize ourselves as stupid to the stunned looks and some laughter of the crowd....


........we do amazing feats of precision and never spill a drop. We learned something startling. While the main ingredient in LaCrosse at Oktoberfest is alcohol, virtually no other festival allows such public use. That demands that we break or flaunt the rules........




.......here we are mentally preparing for the parade in a bar............



.......here we are traveling to the next bar, which is quite a ways, maybe 150 yards...........

......we found the holy grail of all festival food: Rutabaga fries. Now the Minnesota State Fair has long ago proved that you can french fry anything and sell it at a festival. Who whould have thought it is true for shit. Actually, they were not half bad, suggesting that we had had just about enough alcohol to start the parade. We talked the owner of the second bar into serving us on the street whcn we came by, and bid her farewell..........


.............She thought we were cute. She did produce the drinks, however. When she saw all the police there, she made Wendy run them out to us............

..........we then retreat to the bikes and tear down the banner and poles...........




.......load the stuff back in the bikes.......



...........and ride off to search for another festival. Actually, until we really retire, we only do one a year. With pictures of us breaking public drinking laws appearing in the local newspapers, we figured an immediate trip to Canada was in order...........


See more of our motorcycle trip around Lake Superior, CLICK HERE

2 comments:

Barb said...

Do you guys do command performances? Next time Postville has a parade we could use you. Reading about your shenigans and knowing you're related, sure clears up a lot of unanswered questions about Rex. LOL.

Anonymous said...

Its always nice to know we have drunk drivers on the roads...we now have proof!!!!