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Rotzaruck
| | Posted on Monday, January 14, 2008 - 12:10 am: | 
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I have been thoroughly enjoying riding the Blast these past few weeks. It has been relocated again, and when I asked for it this weekend, she said she'd think about it. ........still thinking.
Works out to be a good thing though because it motivated me to figure out what was wrong with the XB9. The belt has a problem, the lights are.....well, what light??? Daytime bike!!
Those things weren't so important though as why it wouldn't start, so I fixed it. I worked on it Friday night, now it runs. Just don't ask what was wrong with it. I'm sure I'll find out on the side of the road one day. I even put the frame pucks on it, and had it ready to take out Saturday and learn all I could about the belt issue.
Naturally, there was a problem. I started having trouble with one eye on Friday night. It was red and sore and starting to worry me. I went to bed thinking it would be okay in the morning. Wrong!!! I was now not even seeing though that eye very well. It was enough of a concern that I skipped the soccer game and the ride and went to the doctor. My doctor looked and worried over it for a while and couldn't find anything, so she got concerned. She didn't want to give me an antibiotic and send me on the way not knowing what was wrong. She called an eye doctor and he agreed, sent me to the emergency room.
I went straight to the ER. They looked and studied, ran some test and worried around. Six hours later, they gave me an antibiotic and sent me on with instructions to call an eye doctor on Monday. GOOD GRIEF!! Now it's dark, with XB9 lights.
This morning(Sunday) I got up with the same red sore eye. It was even cloudier than the night before. I thought those buttermilk eye drops may be contributing though. My Dad always said the whole world looks different through a crack in the outhouse wall. It looks different through buttermilk too.
I wondered if I should ride in the shape I was in, and then came to the conclusion that if that eye fell out I'd ride. Especially on a beautiful day like this one had become.
I squirmed that XB back and forth and finally got it out of the living room and down the steps. I had to wear my glasses and sort out all that procedure to put everything on in the right order. My first stop was down to the corner store, filled up the tires and the tank.
Finally on the way, the XB is different. It still works on my brain when the bars turn and the front of the bike doesn't, but I'm getting used to it. I went to the Hixson area, several miles North of here, staying on back roads all I could. I needed to see a guy about some parts and then I had a mission.
After visiting a while, and checking on his chopper project (we lost an M2, but the parts will live on!!)I went a few miles farther to MY CURVE!! I hadn't been there riding since that fateful day, and it was something I just had to do.
just before my curve
I zipped, well, a slow zip; actually a sort of crawling zip, right on through that thing. I turned around and did it again, and again. It's a good thing I made it today though, this time there WAS a train!!!
I'm all better now!!!
Inspired, I took off down the highway(okay, the XB's fun there too) toward a mountain I know.
I bet I found a good place to eat. They were closed, I'm going back to Petunia's Silver Jalapeño.
I went by the Komatsu place
Then I stopped at Suck Creek
Suck Creek has been famous for a very long time. When the Indians and early settlers used the Tennessee River for traveling, they were warned about all the hazards. One of the most feared was where Suck Creek dumps into the Tennessee. When the creek was flooded, it made a vortex that would suck the rafts under the water. This section of river became known as "the suck". TVA dams have ruined all that fun.
In the summer people park along the road up the mountain and hike down to fishing and swimming holes in the creek. This is a great road, but most people driving on it have never understood the significance of those double yellow lines.
We know rolling stones gather no graffiti, but that rock hasn't been down there too long.
It's hard to get a pic for the trees, but when you get over the top, you look down into beautiful Sequatchie Valley.
I didn't want to, and that XB sure didn't want to, but we had to turn around when it was obvious we were going down the other side. If I had gone around that curve, I would have found another and another, and then another mountain across the narrow valley. If I didn't make myself go back, I would have had to camp on the side of the road. I'm scared of the dark. I gotta get some headlights!!!
Rotzaruck!!!! |
Rotzaruck
| | Posted on Sunday, February 10, 2008 - 11:15 am: |
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A couple of weeks ago, I took a little historical type ride along Crest Road. It runs along the top of Missionary Ridge, which is one side of the "bowl" Chattanooga sits in. During the Civil War, whoever had the ridge could cause some serious grief to the other guys in Chattanooga.
I was enjoying the sunshine so much, I hated to complain about how hard it was to take pictures.
Crest is an old curvy concrete road with little pieces of the Chickamauga and Chattanooga Military Park all up and down it. It starts right beside our local "Outlaws" hideout(I didn't stop to take a picture, they kind of spooked me last time I went to see them) and runs all the way into Georgia.
Some monuments and cannon are practically in people's yards and some have a place to park and look around.
Horrible scorecard
When you come though Chattanooga and have any interest in Civil War stuff, scenic views or beautiful old houses, take a run down Crest Road.
And of course, if you don't learn anything important on a little ride like this, you can always learn some kind of technical procedure.
Rotzaruck!! |
Rotzaruck
| | Posted on Sunday, February 10, 2008 - 01:30 pm: |
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Yesterday was another lovely day so......
It was cold at 8:30, about 35 degrees, when I started but I went to my grandson's indoor soccer game first, and it was nice when I came out.
It's not nearly as bad as it used to be, but we used to have a real problem with Northerners and other flat land foreigners thinking that just because folks around here talked a little slower than they did they were stupid. If one of these types, especially driving a motor home or pulling a trailer, asked directions from a poor stupid local, the might find themselves on a nice road called the "W" Road.
It's not called "W" because it goes up Signal Mountain to the town of Walden
It's called "W" because after a bunch of really nice curves, it starts switchbacking and makes a very tight "W". Cars have to alternate going through the curves cause there's just not room for two.
The squirm squirm wiggle sign is a bit of an understatement.
This guy, holding up traffic, may be wondering if this is really the way to Atlanta, and if he should have been a bit more polite when he asked
It's hard to get pictures, you really just need to be there.
Once you make it to the top, you are awarded with this
From the intersection where I parked: This sign clearly explains the best directions of travel.
Not many guard rails, stay on the road!!
I went through Walden to the town of Signal Mountain, so named because a point was used in the Civil War to monitor river traffic and send signals with flags or torches to the next relay and on to troops in Chattanooga.
the view is pretty impressive here too, you can look back toward Chattanooga and Lookout Mountain, or down the Tennessee River gorge.
1882 graffiti
for a small park, lots of rules
Perhaps sometime you've picnicked at the bottom of a popular bluff, and kept getting gritty stuff in your PB&J. Hence my favorite rule
Since that night those aliens picked me up, I get a little antsy whenever I pass this on the way back down the mountain to Chattanooga.
By the time I got down the mountain, I was getting pretty hungry and remembered looking at a neat looking perverted travel trailer that was closed last time I came through.
Petunia's Silver Jalapeño on Signal Mtn road.
Lucky for me and my screaming belly, they were open and cooking up all kinds of good stuff. After agonizing over the menu for a while, I chose Petunia's Smoked Butt
(SANDWICH!!), and promptly discovered it was an excellent choice. It was definitely fit to eat. I wolfed down all I could catch and wore the rest of it home.
I like Petunia's dining area too
Nice folks, good food, I'll be back.
Rotzaruck!!! |
Nevrenuf
| | Posted on Sunday, February 10, 2008 - 08:32 pm: |
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another nice journey rotz. and hey i never made fun of
how!!!!!!
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enjoyed!!!!!!!!!
most!!!!!!!!
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btw,!!!!!!!!!
gimme!!!!!!!!!
a!!!!!!!!!!
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when!!!!!!!!!
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busy!!!!!!!!!
some!!!!!!!!!!
time.!!!!!!!!!
(Message edited by nevrenuf on February 10, 2008)
(Message edited by nevrenuf on February 10, 2008) |
Eaton_corners
| | Posted on Monday, November 03, 2008 - 03:51 pm: |
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Hey Rotzaruck, just found this tour and realized how fortunate we are to live here. I was hoping more BadWebbers lived in the area but unfortunately, we seem to be the only ones. Since riding has slowed down somewhat lets try to gather some local interest. Shoot me a reply and maybe we can make something happen before next riding season. |
Rotzaruck
| | Posted on Sunday, November 09, 2008 - 11:04 pm: |
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Eaton corners
I like that name!
It just so happens I was down your way in the spring(and probably since then too). I turned off of Highway 41 just below the I-75(headed toward Tunnel Hill) and took off into the countryside. I hung a right down there somewhere and was headed toward Lafayette.
Hit the top of the ridge and, as often happens, got distracted
The sentry was out of commission
So I read the sign
And had to go see where that road went.
Is this native to North Ga?
I gave up on finding out where the road went, but enjoyed the ride.
I dropped off the ridge and got distracted again and took off right back up on Nickajack Rd.
Stopped to look at the view
and enjoyed going down the other side.
Georgia, Tennessee, either one, lots of pretty country close to home to wander through.
You're right, there aren't many BadWeB folks in these parts that I know of. There are a few up Nashville way, some down around Huntsville, and of course that rowdy mob down in sorta North Ga. I do run across a stray Buell every now and then though. It's a big event!
Nevrenuf and his wife were here for a good while but I was incapacitated the whole time and we never rode together.
We talked a lot though, and he was very patient waiting on me to get whatever I was saying said. I think he also tried to talk a little slower than normal because he knew I can't listen very fast either.
My wife (Becksbuell) is the only BadWeb type I've ever ridden with, and we haven't even done that much. That's probably just as well though, I ride like I talk, slow; just fast enough to keep from falling over. Well, most of the time.
We do need to stir something up though, and need to hit Nightfall next summer. My riding is kind of in limbo for the time being. I have two broken Buells to get going and a whole list of stuff to get out of the way before I can do that. Fortunately, I have Beck's Blast to get on every now and then to stay sane.
March Badness is coming, and it's just over a couple of little hills from here. I'm already wondering what kind of crisis will hit to get in the way of that. Hopefully we'll make it this time! I did make it to Octoberfast last year(missed this year dang it). I couldn't ride but did get to meet some BadWeb figments.
Pm me some time, or my number is in the BRAN.
Rotzaruck! |
Rotzaruck
| | Posted on Sunday, May 17, 2009 - 01:29 am: |
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I've fallen way behind on gobbing up BadWeB with pictures. I've got a bunch I meant to post, but my computer was broke and I put them on my office computer. One of these days I'll figure out how to move them.
I haven't been riding much lately either what with rain, mechanical difficulties, and rain and a severe lack of time.
But I did manage to get a little one in today, helped me immensely! I needed to go to Etowah TN to look at a valve we need to replace. The sun was shining after storms all night and an ugly morning. I had just put on my new speedo sensor and right mirror and REALLY needed to test them.So....
I thought about taking a nice big loopwronglong way home, but decided on the short one. (lost some time at the big distracting gun store in Benton)
I was on Highway 411 and turned off onto Highway 30, toward Reliance. HW 30 runs along the Hiwassee River and through the Cherokee National Forrest.
Working on FB "pic on fly" method, not so hot, but I can just barely ride with TWO hands!
Had to stop and look at the river
Then after some nice curvy riding I made it to downtown Reliance.
Yep, that's it. Store, gas, rafts, and I think it's still the Post Office.
On the Hiwassee Bridge.
Explored a little bit, went to find Maggie's Mill Historic Site. Don't know where it went, but I did find a pretty little church.
I got back to the bridge and looked downstream. It was ugly in a pretty way.
And coming my way. Time to go.
I got about 300 feet.
I've always admired this old building, and assumed it was a school.It was built in 1899 as a community building for a Church downstairs and a Masonic Lodge upstairs. During the week it was a school and community meeting house.(according to the Webb Brothers Store website)
The rest of 30 is nice. If you get a chance....
I saw an XB on Highway 30, but no Bueller. Guess he was up the creek. Seeing another Buell is always exciting for me.
I made it to Highway 64 and Parksville Lake (Ocoee River) before it got dark, and still ahead of the storm.
I almost made it back to Highway 411 when it caught me. I was glad I had finally put my little tank bag on and stuffed it with rain gear. I even found an empty porch before I was completely soaked.
I rode for a while in the downpour and found a dry place to stop and eat.
The downpour settled into a good steady rain, all the way home. A very good afternoon! |
Eaton_corners
| | Posted on Thursday, July 09, 2009 - 01:15 am: |
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Hey Ed, great job as usual on the pictures and narrative. Are you available to be the official photographer for a monthly ride I organize? Or do you strictly freelance? |
Wen_buell
| | Posted on Friday, July 17, 2009 - 09:18 pm: |
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Hello! I have been lurking for over a year and enjoying the posts from rides around the Chattanooga area. Looking forward to meeting the other Buellers in the area.
I ride a white Blast. Earlier today I saw a blue/grey custom painted Blast getting on 153 from Airport Rd - has anybody else spotted it? |
Eaton_corners
| | Posted on Saturday, July 18, 2009 - 12:53 am: |
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Hello Wendy, glad you finally decided to join us officially. I cannot remember seeing any Blasts in the area, but I know they are here. Keep riding and maybe one day I will see you out around town. |
Wen_buell
| | Posted on Sunday, August 23, 2009 - 09:17 pm: |
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My husband and I went to Ocoee on Sat. What a great day to ride!
Saw 2 other Buells - a yellow Firebolt on 64 and a black Lightning with gold rims parked in downtown Chattanooga. |
Rotzaruck
| | Posted on Tuesday, April 12, 2011 - 03:28 pm: |
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I'm so far behind catching up on Chattanooga stuff, I may never get it done. Meanwhile, I thought I would share what's slowly sucking the life out of me these days. Oh! The sweet little critters!
Cat Love
There’s cat hair in my coffee
There’s cat hair in my tea
There’s cat hair in my underwear
Sometimes it tickles me
There’s cat hair in the closet
And up and down the hall
It rolls around in hairy drifts
And piles against the wall
It’s really quite amazing
I stay completely awed
With all the hair they’re losing
Why they aren’t entirely bald
There’s cat hair in the kitchen
Where the cats aren’t sposed to go
How it even gets there
I don’t really know
I found some in my gravy
And in my barbeque
I’m sure we’ve eaten plenty
Breathed and drank a little too
There’s cat hair on the couch
And in my favorite chair
And don’t look underneath them
It’s pretty furry there
It goes to church on Sunday
On my nice black pants like glue
I leave some money in the plate
And some cat hair on the pew
It sparkles in the sunbeam
That shines across the room
So bright and gay and cheery
It exacerbates my gloom
Cat hair knows no boundaries
And infiltrates at will
Vacuum all you want to
You’ll find a million still
It irritates my nostrils
I swab it from my ears
I try to not get too upset
I’m afraid of cat hair tears
There is no cat hair haven
Inside these household walls
There’s even cat hair in the cats
Sometimes they gag up balls
It raises my blood pressure
Heart rate and glucose too
Really makes me kind of crazy
Oh! The things for love we do
Please don’t think I don’t like cats
It’s their fur that rubs me raw
If they lived outside or in the barn
Their hair wouldn’t stick in my craw
I don’t know why God made cats
I’m sure that He knows best
Maybe He looked down and grinned
I’ll give ol’ Ed a test
Rotzaruck! |
Denisea
| | Posted on Wednesday, April 13, 2011 - 01:24 pm: |
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So let's have a pic of the critter! 
"Cats are children with fur" Janet Casey |
Rotzaruck
| | Posted on Wednesday, April 13, 2011 - 10:53 pm: |
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Pic of a cat?
I'm temporarily out of the picposting business. I'm too busy, lazy, or stupid to learn how to do it on this spare at home, or the one at my office. If my eldest youngun ever gets around to fixing my computer I'll do that. They are all pretty much the same though, sharp teeth and claws, beady little evil eyes, lousy attitude.......
Well, okay, they ARE different colors, and markings, and different length of hair to go around choking up the whole doggone world.
They have got Janet fooled too I see, ain't foolin' me! |
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