FROM: Richard Meltz Hi Everyone, By now Presidents such as Ira Agins, Steve Aikens (wish those two would decide on the proper spelling), Mick McKinnon, Rob Lentini, and Bryan Lally have done a good job of describing the now historic Los Alamos Lunch, held last Saturday. So here's a few additional comments. I must start by thanking Bryan Lally again publicly for organizing the food. It was delicious, plentiful, and I know it was a lot of work. Thanks Bryan!
The riding was really spectacular, and the showers only enhanced the scenery.
I love looking off into the distance and seeing mist rising from the hills
Thanks to all who attended and leant their energy to this Happening. See you all out on the road soon I hope. Los Alamos Lunch, List of Those Who Attended In their Corporeal Bodies: Steve Aikens Clovis, NM steve.aikens@3lefties.com Becky, aka "The Woman", see above (stayed in Santa Fe on business) Roger Austin Tucson, AZ raustin@flash.net Ira Agins Santa Fe, NM iaa@lanl.gov Kevin Beverage Albuquerque, NM corwyn@thuntek.net friend, Eric, Tony Black Colorado Springs, CO tblack@cc.colorado.edu Gordon Bunker Santa Fe, NM Dan Byrne Albuquerque, NM dbyrne@unm.edu Joe Conti Albuquerque, NM Ursula Ehrhardt Hamburg, Germany Bob Gillispie Tulsa OK rcsbob@juno.com Dianne Goodie Rio Rancho, NM Ken Goodie Rio Rancho, NM Scott Hayes Broomfield,CO shayes@amgen.com Dan Hughes edh@rt66.com Bruce Kentner Albuquerque, NM Bill Koup Albuquerque, NM Margie Koup Albuquerque, NM Claudia Krause-Johnson ABQ, NM Bryan Lally Los Alamos, NM lally@lanl.gov Rob Lentini Tucson, AZ lentini@azstarnet.com Craig Littlefield Tucson, AZ Dallas Masters Los Alamos, NM dallas@lanl.gov Linda McKinnon Tucson, AZ bmwmick@azstarnet.com Mick McKinnon Tucson, AZ bmwmick@azstarnet.com Richard Meltz Santa Fe, NM centaur@sfol.com Meg Meltz Santa Fe, NM centaur@sfol.com Edward Mignardot Albuquerque, NM Gary Oleson Albuquerque, NM Horst Schrader Santa Fe, NM Patty Schrader Santa Fe, NM Howard Schultz Colorado Springs, Co. hschultz@harrison.k12.co.us Randy Scott Colorado Springs, CO randhalscott@msn.com Darryl Simpson Santa Fe, NM Gideon Slaanan Los Lunas, NM Mark Smith Albuquerque, NM Jim Steiner Los Alamos, NM jsteiner@lanl.gov Tim Stone Albuquerque, NM tstone1@ix.netcom.com Josef Tornick Santa Fe, NM viswan@rt66.com Terry Turnbeaugh Aurora, CO mtnphilo@idcomm.com Jim Van Riper Woodland Park, CO jvanriper@csu.org Vincent L. Vigil Rio Rancho, NM FROM: Steve Aikens Ira Agins wrote: Mr. (I can't spell my name right) Agins is correct:
I'm pleased to announce, to my knowledge, no-one received any information on how to contact the local magistrate's, from any of their minions, this outting - including me! Which brings us to the bumper sticker mentioned above. First, I have no bumpers on my bike <G>. Next, I have no idea why I would be presented such a sticker, assuming the presenter(s) have no knowledge of my significant interest in the good (and former) Mr. Einstein, whose picture graces the sticker. However, I am flattered to have been thought of and will proudly display the sticker for all to gape at in awe, in an undetermined location on my bike.
I implored friends Rob Lentini and Mick and Linda McKinnon (who were tossed out of CA and into the hoards in Tucson, AZ.) to come to Santa Fe for the evening, in spite of their plans to head to Albuquerque for the night. Accepting, they rode down to the motel "The Woman" and I were staying at, with two of our Hosts, Richard and Meg Meltz, and I. I had been offered the "Supper Club Tour" by The Inimateable, *Former* 'RavenStar' Owner, Josef (aka. Joe Beemer) Tornick. Josef offered his wisdom and dining out expertise to all choosing to accept. Having never had the good fortune of meeting his lovely bride, Annie, I was quick to accept. After a quick hosing down, a total of 8 of us were wisked to the Blue Corn Saloon in 4 wheeled monsters (except Richard, who rode his RT; unfortunately, Meg had a prior commitment), where merriment and bullshit was the order of the evening, along with the mixed drinks and micro-brewed beers. Can't speak for anyone else, but I gotta tell ya, the Carne Adovada (spicy mexican pork meat) dinner was great, but way too much for my skinny butt to absorbe, so I had to send half the beans and rice south (burrrpp). Next we knew, we were all freezing our butts off in the motel parking lot, which had turned into a round table get-togather location for us until the late evening hours. Finally, Josef and Annie decided they'd had enough, McKinnons thought they might be tired (have no idea why) and Rob and I decide to default to the wisdom of the group and call it an evening. After a very loud wake-up call by the motel fire alarm, around 5:45, we were all stirring about without power. Seems some hoser center-punched the power pole north of us and took out half the lighing in Santa Fe from about 1:30 am. Guess the back-up battery for the alarm just petered out and it klanged it's dying 'klang' about that time. Shortly after, power was restored, "The Woman" got the coffee maker cooking and we all had a parting cup before "The Woman" and I watched Mick, Linda, and Rob head for hotter pastures in Tucson. "The Woman" headed to the flea-market with the dogs and truck, I headed back to Clovis on the bike. Got to the underpass of I-25 and US-285 and saw a sign to the interstate, for Las Vegas, NM. Been years since I'd been there, but remember, there was this little Bakery/Cafe there; called Carman's Spic 'N Span, that had these great pecan-goop stickey buns and Sunday morning live music, and thought, Hell, I've got time for a 150 mile detour. To my surprise and pleasure, Carman's is still going strong, messy sticky buns, live music, and atmosphere you'll remember for a lifetime. If you're in the area, it's on Douglas Street, downtown, and is still the "hub" of Las Vegas, NM on Sunday mornings. Highly recommended. After an uneventful ride back home, I check to find 297 messages. Now I know what those of you that didn't make it to the Los Alamos Lunch were doing <G> > Beautiful ride and wonderful weekend. Thanks to Bryan Lally and Richard Agreed. What a pleasure to see so many old friends and meet so many new faces, including a couple ladies visiting from Germany (both on there own bikes), one of whom won the "Long Distance Female Rider" coffee mug. Credit where credit is due: The hospitality of Richard and Meg Meltz, Brian Lally, and Josef and Annie Tornick will not be soon forgotten. Thank you, good friends, for hosting such a super weekend ride, lunch, and evening meal. YA DONE GOOD!! FROM: Mick McKinnon OK folks, We made it! 1,201 miles door-to-door (that's the Tucson door) for our first Los Alamos Lunch. We saw some old friends, met some new ones and had a GREAT time.......Even the "Lentini shortcut" complete with thunder, lightening, RAIN and hail didn't dampen our spirits too much. We even had good luck with Rob on our trip home.....the requisite Thunder, Lightening, rain (not so much this time) and HAIL couldn't ruin the high we were on as we headed down out of Mule Pass on our way back to Tucson. All in all it was a great weekend. Not sure when we'll get the pictures developed but it should be sometime in the next few weeks. : ) Mick & Linda FROM: Dallas Masters
Ok, the sap runeth over... Thanks to Bryan Lally and Richard Meltz for organizing a great lunch. It was nice to put faces to the signatures. See you at the next one!
Dallas Masters
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At 8:30
am riders from the area started congregating at Centaur Cycles for coffee
and donuts. About 18 bikes left the shop for the Jemez around 10, and arriving
at the beautiful site Bryan had arranged, found food, other riders and a
warm welcome. Meg and I each independently counted 36 bikes (my apologies
to Ira who counted more than that, but I think we did it accurately.) Below
is the list of 41 attendees who signed in at the Lunch.
and
valleys, and the road ahead. Meg and I rode back to Santa Fe with Steve Aikens,
Mick and Linda McKinnon, and Rob Lentini, all four bikes were R11 models.
I was behind Mick and every so often would hear the unmistakable sound of
beat frequencies as our two engines ran close to identical speeds. I never
fail to get a kick out of that phenomenon.
There
*were* 45 motorcycles sitting in, mostly, very pleasant weather at the Jemez
Falls campground cooling down (including Terry Turnbaugh's machine with his
new hand-crafted solo saddle and luggage rack), Damn close the where the
line started at the "Chez Brian", where one of our most gracious hosts was
demonstrating his expertise with a grill (I got there first <G> and
had the sumptuous "Chef Lally Special", Bratwurst - grilled to bursting
perfection, Kraut, Pot-salad, a chip or two, and some of the strongest, most
flavorful coffee to hit these rather abused taste-buds %^}). The organizers
of this gathering are to be commented for a well organized lunch in a beautiful
area with great *riding* roads.
The
ride back down the mountain was uneventful and a lot of fun in spite of Mother
Nature keeping the road wetted down for us. Well, until Rob, then I, slipped
up on this unmarked patrol car doing 65. No, *he* was doing 65. Rob and I
were well into the thre digit range, with Mick and Linda and Richard and
Meg damn close behind us. Some hard brakeing to stay behind him and he left
us about 3 miles down the road. We decided he was just getting off and wanted
to head home to Mamma - which we also decided was a *good* thing.<GRIN
for all>
To all those that
attended the Los Alamos lunch in the Jemez Sunday, you missed the grand finale
last night. On a whim, I decided dinner at Los Ojos in Jemez Springs would
kill two birds: get in a nice evening ride up in the mountains and a dinner
outside of Los Alamos County, a very culinary poor county. On the return
trip around 10 p.m., the elk were out in force... in the middle of the road
that it is. Very exciting to have these HORSE-size animals sharing the road
with me. Instead of being sedate creatures mowing down the grass along the
road, they were rather frisky, scurrying this way and that. Not just one
or two mind you, but more like the entire 15,000 head that inhabit the Valle
Grande. Speed was kept to around 40 mph for the length of the Valle stretch,
and my eyes scanning for any reflective eyeballs. Despite the unpredictable
danger, it was one of my most satisfying rides yet. Truly a different experience
than a cage could offer: a multitude of stars and a multitude of elk all
within arms length.
