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Posted by burnsey166 on 12 October 2016 - 10:09 AM
The original Forum for us was the VTX, which has transitioned to this Forum for the VT1300 series. And the Fury guys went off on their own tangent and have their own Forum. So we have a smaller group of guys for the Sabre, Interstate, and Stateline bikes. However, we have some guys that started here, went on to other pastures and still post here, spreading their knowledge and experience with the rest of us.
We have a good group of guys (and gals) on here.
If you have a question, then please research it.
If you cannot find the answer, or if it doesn't fully answer your question, then please post it.
I can guarantee that we will get answers for you, and possibly several options/opinions for answers for you.
Ride on, Ride safe.
Posted by Bob J on 15 July 2017 - 01:07 AM
I was looking forward to a long planned ride to Prairie du Chien WI. which we had scheduled for last Friday. My regular riding partner bailed at the last moment, so I contacted an old high school friend to see if he wanted to go for a day long ride, my request was met with silence, he had plans to kill 20% of his brain cells the night before the ride. It looked like a solo ride, or do some odd jobs around the house.
My wife said "Well, you had the ride planned, just go!" that's all I needed to hear.!! I've been there before, but this time had a different agenda. I was going to scope out a cool overlook, and maybe some scenic miles through a State Park in Iowa.
The day started out a little late because I was waffling on going or not, but go I did! The first sixteen miles of highway was stop & go blacktop road construction After that it was smoooth riding to La Crosse, then I crossed the river into Minnesota and headed South to Lansing Iowa.
There is a scenic overlook in Lansing, it overlooks a rickety old bridge that crosses the Mississippi River. But the road up the hill was all torn up, it looked like tilled dirt, so my bike and I were not going up that steep goat trail. As an alternative route / time killer, I went through Iowa's Yellow River State Park. That place is beautiful, very hilly and lush with thick trees and underbrush and winding roads. I'd never have guessed it was Iowa. It's still part of the driftless Area.
A pitstop in Lansing, near the Mississippi, for some trail mix, water and two Excedrin.
I probably wouldn't have gone there if not for seeing the TV show "Finding Bigfoot." On one episode the crew went there because of many reports of sightings and unexplained sounds in the forest. It's all BS, but seeing that place on the show and being only a few miles away I figured WTF? whynot!
The addition of the ride through the forest road didn't add any appreciable milage to my trip to PdC after you deduct two wrong turns by
"Winging it" from memory.
In PdC there's a place called "Pete's Hamburger stand" that I think I may have talked about in an earlier collection of boring drivel and other rehashed anecdotes. However, I got there promptly at 3:37 p.m. for lunch and after waiting in line for at least a half an hour I ordered up "Two with (Onions)." The view from where I stood was just about right to see the whole operation.
There is a large griddle next to the window facing the sidewalk, with ordering windows on both the West & East sides of the shack.
The griddle has a tall rim on it to keep the water/juices from pouring onto the floor, in one corner the of the cooking area, there's a tall pile of sliced onions steeping and sweating in the meat juice.
So . . . I had to wait because they had just run out of burgers before I got there, they were using a large ice cream scoop to drop
balls of meat into the boiling broth and then quickly squashing them with a spatula, they're flipped with perfection at just the right time. The griddle held a shitload of those squashed balls, I'm guessing there was at least fifty patties drowning in that slurry. After what seemed like an undetermined amount of time, the codgers in the burger booth all lurched into action, taking orders, The Chef scooped up about a ¼ cup of onions and splatted them on a partially submerged patty, then scooping up the patty and allowing just enough of the meat water to escape back into the bathtub. The Chef then shoved the meatball into a fresh, partially sliced bakery bun, he then slid that puppy down the counter to an older gal who probably was a high school kitchen worker back before they forced her to retire. She asked me what I wanted on my sandwich, she was ready with their super secret special seasonings, that would be ketchup, mustard, horseradish and a special salt & pepper mixture in the same shaker to save time. I asked for mine to go, so she wrapped my burgers very carefully into what looked like an electrostatic plastic sheet, then jammed them into a thicker plastic bag. I wanted a place to sit down and eat, and not look like a homeless bum cowering next to the dumpster behind a hardware store. There were only park benches to be had, and they were already occupied by earlier customers blissfully snarfing their burgers.
So I rode around town a while looking for a park, but "Nuthin!!" I finally pulled over near a Deputy Sheriff and asked him where in the hell is there a park? I told him I picked up a couple of Pete's burgers and needed a place to sit down and eat them. He said "There's a big park down by Pete's," I thought to myself "DOOHH!"
The park was down by the river and it was great, there was plenty of room to eat my burgers. I pulled up to a shelter where a guy was
washing his car, I gave him that look, and he left right away!
A city park in PdC all to myself.
Anyway, the burgers were still hot, the electrostatic plastic must have trapped in all of the stray heat electrons. However the burger was almost as I expected it to be ------ a boiled ball of meat that wasn't seasoned during the cooking process, nor was is browned. The onions were so weak that I wouldn't have guessed any were there unless I saw the head Chef slop them on.
And there it was, the fricken worthless climax to what was otherwise great ride! While I was driving around earlier looking for the park, I
had driven passed a McDonalds, a Hardees, A Culvers, Dairy Queen and even a bar that proudly announced on its marquee that they had "Prairie du Chien's 2nd best burgers" I'd put up real money that every one of these places had a better burger than Pete's. I didn't include Wendy's in the above list because I just don't think they know what the fook they're doing over there anymore!
As I was coming home and about twenty miles down hwy 35, there was a rider pulled over on the shoulder looking at his engine, his head going from side to side, so I parked behind him and asked if he needed help, I had to laugh, at first he didn't see or hear me pull up, so when I brought my big blue helmet into his peripheral vision he almost jumped off his bike, he said he had just washed it and it wasn't running right. He was riding a 1980ish Sportster and it sounded fine to me. He said "I'll give it a try" and started off without even a "Thanks for stopping." I followed him anyway till he turned into a Kwik-Trip, he then looked my way and gave a friendly wave, I gave a nod and the peace sign, everything now good, I was back on my way home.
It's strange, I left home much later than I would have liked, but for some reason I got home a lot sooner that I would have if riding with a partner, much less miscellaneous goofing around I guess.
All in all it was a great day for a ride, and I'm almost ready to go there again!
Posted by drhobbs on 29 May 2016 - 11:23 AM
New Black Beauty, with 1. New Fat Boy Highway Bar 2. New Fairing w/Navigation and Retractable Radio and Speakers 3. Leather removed from Saddlebags, prepped and painted 4. Tank Brae w/pouch to hold IPod which plays through radio speakers 5. IBolt Handlebar mount to hold Cell Phone which changes radio into cell phone with touch screen. 6. $3,000.00 investment and well spend. I am one happy camper.
Posted by Midwestrider on 04 August 2018 - 11:18 PM
Looking for saddlebags for my bike and saw Drhobbs post about removing the leather from the stockers and have them painted. Took awhile to purchase all the parts and have my body guy paint them. But worth the wait.
I purchased a stock Interstate mounting kit and modified it as I did'nt want to drill into my fender (not sure I wanted to keep the bags on all the time). Love the look of the painted bags and don't see ever taking them off.
So thanks DrHobbs for the great idea!
Tried uploading more pics but they keep failing.
Posted by Blitzn on 18 May 2017 - 08:28 PM
Hello community, My name is Kent and I roam Las Vegas. I have been eyeballing this forum for about a week and read many of the threads. I just bought this 2012 Interstate with only 1400 miles on her. I looked it over 3 times in the process and could not find much wrong with it, aside from it not being rode, a few minor blemishes which I think can be buffed out. I know nothing about this bike other then it's straight out SEXY!!! I have not been an avid rider for many years but was bitten by the bug after being in this climate for about 2 years. My wife and I moved here from Colorado to escape the snow.
Posted by StPeteAPB on 15 May 2017 - 09:19 AM
Greg! That's horrible.
Take note - find an alternate medicine doctor.
I have a close friend who has a friend in his 70s diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer.
He opted to go the route of marijuana oils and is completely clean and clear of all cancer!
Keeping good thoughts for your recovery.
Posted by burnsey166 on 13 May 2017 - 10:38 AM
Hey everyone, I'm back online.
I haven't had the time yet to read all the messages and threads, but I promise I will.
First, thanks to everyone that reached out to me and posted online. (and everyone else that was just thinking it...).
Second, been kinda distracted with my mother-in-law, getting sick to the point that we thought we were going to lose her. She's 84 and bouncing back (can't keep those Oklahoma women down...). And my with my wife getting a new job with Dollar Tree and working long hours as the general store manager.
Third, been kinda distracted with my new position at work, having to be one of the internet managers, TrueCar internet manager, Courstesy Delivery manager, and USAA Rep. Whew! it takes a lot out of me. I end up working 10-12 hours a day, and when I get home...I'm wiped out. So I got the stealership to assign me an assistant to help out and bingo! more time for me...
I heard from my son that StPete had reached out to him, about me, and that you guys (and gals) were worried about me. THANK YOU VERY MUCH! to each and every one of you. You have no idea how that made me feel when my son called me and told me that Al and tracked him down to find out about me. All I can say is that JP can take down the roadblocks, ya found me. And Al? If I ever rob a Fort Knox...I better take you with me to Mexico!
My health is fine. My blood pressure is coming down (still taking 1 heart and 2 blood pressure pills everyday). My weight is down almost 30lbs from last summer by eating alone. No, I still can't work out because my cardiologist thinks I will have a coronary. I am on medical leave from my reserve police officer position, because he thinks that the stress and strain of the job could be detrimental to my heart (ie...have a coronary).
So I haven't been riding my bike for the last few months. HOWEVER, I cleaned it up and rode to work this morning. And will I have a decent ride tomorrow and a hand brewed coffee from BluePrint Coffee in University City as a treat (since caffeine is a luxury now and no longer a staple for me).
I just ordered some new aux driving lights, and have to figure out how to mount them. I also need to wire them up, and don't know if I'm going through a relay and a new switch or to just wire them up permanently.
So over the next week or so, I will be commenting on everybody's threads...SO WATCH OUT!!!
Posted by Maustarman on 19 December 2016 - 12:33 AM
So here is the update ....
Had to completely redo the frame and we took it to a powder coating shop because I don't have an oven that would fit it ... good news are that when we showed up there the gent pretty much let us do it ourselves and use his oven for no charge
And we got ourselves a roller !
Next was to do the painting... vivid black and got my old airbrush out for some candy red dragon... (that's my Jr wanted)
and a nice dragon slayer sword
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And of course a matching helmet
Today we got the leather tools out and work on tooling the seat
This week we hope to have the time to put it all together so it's ready for Christmas
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Posted by The Chief on 24 June 2014 - 09:54 AM
And a Phonebook to sit on to reach!
For those of you under the age of 40 we can send you a picture of what a phone book is!
Posted by JBGP on 13 March 2014 - 10:39 AM
• While riding one day, alone Biker met a Farmer riding a horse with a dog and a sheep alongside. The biker began a conversation . . . .
• Biker: "Hey, cool dog you got there. Mind if I speak to him?"
• Farmer: "Dogs don't talk."
• Biker: "Hey dog, how's it going?"
• Dog: "Doing' alright."
• Farmer: Look of shock.
• Biker: "Is this your owner?" pointing at the farmer.
• Dog: "Yep."
• Biker: "How does he treat you?"
• Dog: "Really well. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food, & takes me to the river once a week."
• Farmer: Look of total disbelief.
• Biker: "Mind if I talk to your horse?"
• Farmer: "Horses don't talk."
• Biker: "Hey horse, how's it going?"
• Horse: "Cool."
• Farmer: Extreme look of shock.
• Biker: "Is this your owner? " pointing at the Farmer.
• Horse: "Yessiree Bob."
• Biker: "How's he treating you?"
• Horse: "Pretty good, and thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, brushes me down often, and keeps me in a shed to protect me."
• Farmer: Total look of utter amazement.
• Biker: "Mind if I talk to your sheep?"
• Farmer: "The sheep is a liar."
Posted by dogboystoy on 17 August 2013 - 10:08 AM
One night, a police officer was stalking out a
particularly rowdy biker bar for possible
violations of the driving-under-the-influence
laws. At closing time, he saw one of the bikers
stumble out of the bar, trip on the curb, try his
keys on five different bikes before he found his.
Then, sat on the bike fumbling around several
minutes, looking as if he might pass out right
there. Everyone left the bar and rode off.
Finally, he started his engine and began to pull
away. The police officer was waiting for him. He
stopped the biker, read him his rights and
administered the Breathalyzer test. The results
showed a reading of 0.0. The puzzled officer
demanded to know how that could be. The biker
replied, "Tonight, I'm the Designated Decoy."
Posted by Todd M on 15 May 2018 - 05:56 PM
The parkway was no less than amazing. The curves and hills of the smokey mountains were great and somewhat easy compared to the twists in Arkansas.
This has been my longest ride yet but I am already planning a ride up pikes peak in 2 months.
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Posted by StPeteAPB on 21 July 2017 - 06:31 AM
The only time I'm unsure what gear I'm in is 5th. And, the way I make sure I'm in 5th, in case I'm uncertain, is to:
1. Pull in the clutch,
2. Attempt to up-shift
3. If the shifter does not click into a higher gear, go no further in these steps ...
... otherwise, repeat these steps.
Posted by burnsey166 on 29 May 2017 - 08:07 AM
So funny thing happened yesterday when I went to place a flag on my son's best friend's grave marker at Jefferson Barracks VA Cemetary. I wanted to beat the Boy Scouts to the grave markers and to place the flags personally. Only to place a flag and pray at the wrong grave. Oops.
Who'd thunk that TWO Army soldiers, both from St Louis, both born in November, both died in October 2016, both named 'Edward R. Meyer', buried 20ft apart??? I think Eddie would be laughing his ass off at me...haha.
So I left the flag at the first grave marker saluted, and got another flag from my bike for my Eddie's grave marker. Planted it at the correct marker, said another prayer, told 'Eddie' what happened, laughed, cried, left a quarter 'heads-up' on his marker, saluted and left.
I then went to my father-in-laws grave and repeated it for 2LT Lance Wise. I told him what happened at Eddie's grave. I'm sure he was laughing at me as well...haha.
I put it into my gallery for all to see. (Yeah yeah, I still have't figured out how to upload pics on my iPad)
Posted by sanity on 01 December 2016 - 08:58 PM
It's never too early to start projects with your sons/daughters. My son turned ** last week. When he was little I taught him to sew and cook. He's a great cook. After a tough time in his teen years, we found common ground again when I started riding. I made him get his motorcycle endorsement even if he was never going to ride (that's a story for another time). THEN he could get his car license. Several years later, we have a blast riding together and it's never often enough. He posts pics of us on Instagram when we're on rides. It's nice that he's not embarrassed by his 'rent. He's already on bike #3, a Ducati 1198.
Posted by Maustarman on 06 October 2016 - 05:25 PM
5.5 hours with stops for pics, gas and lunch/meeting
Did about 180 miles a bit of highway and the rest curvy back roads it was great
Here some pics
Posted by Bob J on 19 August 2016 - 12:08 AM
I can almost smell the cash burning now!
Posted by StPeteAPB on 21 July 2016 - 06:08 AM
If you think these bikes are dogs, you've not been next to a HD, have you?
I can blow past a stock HD cruiser with my Cobra auto-tuner
Now, I'm in the middle of installing the Power Commander V (PCV) with the map from 2Dirty and unlocking the rev limit by an added 500rpm.
All of this is covered in this thread:
Between 4Freese, Bob and Tom (how dare those last two guys not have some funky username! ), I finally bit the bullet.
So, sit tight and I'll shoot ya straight about how much more ass this bike has after I get that baby installed.
(But, I won't be trying to take her over 100mph - that is out of my comfort zone)
p.s.: A speed wobble could be an incorrectly tightened head bolt (triple tree / frame neck). Been there, done that.
Posted by T Man on 26 April 2016 - 03:02 PM
Ship the car and ride the bike, much more fun.
Posted by willajabir on 09 September 2015 - 10:13 PM
The IRS decides to audit Grandpa, and summons him to the IRS office. The auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.
The auditor said, "Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, Which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I'm not sure the IRS finds that believable."
"I'm a great gambler, and I can prove it," says Grandpa. "How about a demonstration?"
The auditor thinks for a moment and said, "Okay. Go ahead."
Grandpa says, "I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye."
The auditor thinks a moment and says, "It's a bet."
Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor's jaw drops.
Grandpa says, "Now, I'll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye."
Now the auditor can tell Grandpa isn't blind, so he takes the bet. Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye.
The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa's attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.
"Want to go double or nothing?" Grandpa asks. "I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between."
The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there's no way this old guy could possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again.
Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can't make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he ends up urinating all over the auditor's desk.
The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win. But Grandpa's own attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.
"Are you okay?" the auditor asks.
"Not really," says the attorney. "This morning, when Grandpa told me he'd been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and that you'd be happy about it!"