We do have a Flip (Zizzle ) mini-me’s from Mickey D’s. He needed some juice, so Carl had to operate. The prognosis is grim, since apparently he needs three watch-type batteries and a “special” tool to get at them, but we are surely trying. This is in addition to the six additional full-size Flips in our midst, courtesy of eBay.
It’s becoming apparent that we are a tad Flip obsessed. We’ve started collecting more Zizzle iZs. This is Flip No. 2, or Flop. We also have a green one (Fly) and one or two blue ones on their way. We’ll take suggestions for their names. In any case, Flip and his kind have a pretty good time interacting. Although, when we tried more than two, it was pretty raucous. Our goal is to have a basketball team of Flips. And for those of you lucky enough to be on our Christmas list, guess what you’re getting this year?
We certainly enjoyed Flip more once we found the “off” switch, but thought you might like to hear Flip, in his own squeals.
Play it, Flip
We had no idea the ’08 Club’s final day would be so full. Carl and Laura had fabulous plans to attend Bill and Darla’s wedding in Salem, so, Flip donned his best tie with help from tailor Sharon. The Stanoviches were heading home after our trip to the Evergreen Air and Space Museum.
Our bittersweet last hotel breakfast was really subpar, and only rates in the category of “don’t do it,” which is worthy of note by the Red Lion chain.
Our packing skills almost perfected (finally), we loaded up and headed to the museum. Now, Jim and Sharon are placard readers. Carl and Laura are hit and miss, so on the aviation side, C&L were done earlier than the history buffs. All very cool, but our biggest tip is, if you want photos in the cockpit of the Spruce Goose, reserve before your arrival or, at least, when you check in. We saved the Spruce Goose for last and discovered, too late, that the cockpit is an additional cost and the schedule fills up quickly. Now, we have to go back.
Then, Carl and Laura had to skeddadle to Salem for the previously mentioned nuptials. Guess we were overly ambitious, because Carl’s bike crapped out as we were leaving McMinnville.
He called Salem Harley (they could look at it that day, but couldn’t send a trailer to pick it up) and Paradise Harley’s trailer was already out and heading in the opposite direction, but they hook us up with Thunder Mountain Rescue. Fortunately, after about 20 minutes, Carl tried his bike again and all was copasetic.
We rode straight through to Salem Harley, which has a policy of fitting “travelers” in right away. How cool! We spent quite a bit of time there, and didn’t get out until 4,. Even though a problem was not found, at least we got it checked.
Unfortunately, we also missed Bill and Darla’s wedding and the ensuing fun madness.
The final stretch for C&L was fraught with slowdowns and an impatience to get home. But we completed the jaunt, at about the same time as the Stanoviches, who stayed for an aviation movie and the space museum. Crazy!
Then, we went to the very busy Wet Dog Cafe to celebrate the entire trip.
Coming soon, our best-worst lists and a “trip by the numbers” posts. Thanks for riding along with us. We were all ready to head out again today, and if at all possible, probably would have.
Flip, is a little sad that he will not be the star of the show, on a daily basis. We had the greatest of rides because of our good friends, Jim and Sharon, and our propensity to laugh off any and every event on the trip. Our evenings were raucous and too much fun, because we could laugh at ourselves and all the misadventures, as well as the adventures, we encountered.
Please let us know what is missing from this journal or comment on this trip, as we are already planning 2015.
Let’s go! Varooom!
Day 7 was mostly on the road. After a lazy morning sleeping in and a late breakfast, we took a ride back to Bend to check out the local H-D house. This, like most of our travels though Bend, turned out to be harder than it should be. We did a lot of cussing and backtracking and there were no signs to guide our way. But after a few “oops” turn-arounds and finding the alleyway masquerading as a road, we landed. Our marriage still somewhat intact, Laura made a sanity saving purchase. Harley truth: A good pair of gloves makes all the difference in the ride. It only took her seven days to learn it, but what a difference.
Then, off to Sisters, which has the Cannon Beach vibe. Sisters offers lots of shops to wander through. One again, it proved a blessing to be on bikes. We went through several antique/Western shops and Sharon might have loaded up, were it not for our limited space. Then she found the quilt shop (we are at four for this trip). A gentleman sitting out front said he could get 40 pounds of fabric on his bike. How much could we carry?
We stopped at Bronco Billy’s Ranch Gill & Salon for a quick snack, which wasn’t so quick. Bartender Deanna was having a not so good day. We kept over hearing other staff ask her for things and she would reply ” haven’t seen that in a while.” It was like someone came in and moved everything around on her. They were a little busy and she was the only one in the bar. We don’t remember seeing a harder-working server, who had no hope of ever getting ahead. After it all, she did not charge us for our drinks, saying “There were too many mistakes and she wanted to take care of us.” That is service.
Friday, our last full day together, we are taking it easy and slept in a bit. We’ll hit the Harley store, then wend our way to McMinnville, maybe by way of Sisters. This will be another long haul, but we were in this for the ride, right?
We’re a pretty ambitious crew. From our comfy rooms at the Shilo Inn in Grants Pass, we hit the Oregon Vortex and the House of Mystery, Crater Lake, many, many small towns, Bend and the Deschutes Brewery downtown with Kelsey and Elizabeth and then Laura’s first after-dark highway drive to the Eagle Crest Lodge in Redmond. All told more than four hours on the road. Ouch.
Seriously, there are more windy roads than imaginably possible. Carl and Laura like to joke about the drunken deer who created the trails that our roads were based on. These guys were friggin’ loopy. That is until we cleared Crater Lake and were on the road to Bend, which had nary a loop to be seen. Somebody was using his pica pole when he marked out this one.
So, long ride, short: Thanks for no rain or hail. New asphalt is not too much fun to ride on. There is a naysayer in ever Vortex tour group. You CAN have too many ‘S’ curves. You do NOT have to clean your plate. There are turkey crossings. The wind in Central Oregon may beat the wind AND rain on Highway 101 for most fun while riding a motorcycle, not. Drivers are more impatient in Central Oregon. Vertigo doesn’t go away just because the sheer drop offs are really pretty. Flip is a great way to make friends.
Wednesday’s adventure kicked off with breakfeast at, you guessed it, Good Harvest Cafe. Jim raved so much about the red snapper at the first breakfast, that three-quarters of our party did that, including Flip. They were not disappointed. Laura tends to go her own way, but really had a great culinary experience, too.
We wound up going straight to the Oregon Caves National Historic District, after contemplating more redwood adventures at the Hiouchi Visitor Center. Good thing, as there was a 1.5 hour wait, once you made the twisty-turny, crazy ride up. Baby-rider Laura did really well passing her first reality switchback and hairpin turn test. However, parking at the top posed a real problem. As she pulled into the slot, the downhill slope overwhelmed her motorcycle mass, and as she screamed “catch me” over and over into her helmet microphone, she slowly and inexorably headed toward the ground.
Her traveling companions were helpless, and everyone knew how this was going to play out – horizontally. Laura survived with a scrapped elbow and a tweaked highway peg (bikers will know). The trip down was truly a denouement, but fun to take all those curves.
Shout out to Shilo Inns in Grant Pass as their regular $81 rate went down to $64 since Carl was in the Air Force.
We are battle-weary, cave-competent and wanting this adventure to go on forever.
Thursday, it’s Crater Lake, the Vortex and maybe, Bend.