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Murray Gray
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Date Posted:05/11/2004 6:44 AMCopy HTML

Anybody out there going (besides me)...?
Oldrice #31
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Re:Mid-Ohio...

Date Posted:07/14/2005 12:10 PMCopy HTML

Woohoo! The countdown has begun! Mid-O here I come ! ! ! !
Oldrice #32
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Re:Mid-Ohio...

Date Posted:07/20/2005 12:42 AMCopy HTML

Don't read this. It's not good news. It's not bad news, it's just me whining about how this trip to Mid-Ohio turned into something I feared was going to happen yet hoped it wouldn't. It couldn't. They couldn't do that....

Well. It's come and gone. Mid-Ohio's Vintage Motorcycle Days was probably an awesome event even if it did rain more than half the time. Seemed like it anyway. Lots of swap meet vendors (largest Vintage event in North America!), lots of expensive hot dogs and lots of expensive bottled water, motorcycles of every kind known to man (I think), lots of good people and lots of racing! (I think). Ok, now the real story. It all began really early Friday morning - actually, we didn't arrive until late Friday evening. It's only a two and a half hour trip for me but...remember when I said "we" were going? "We" had to stop and pee. About every 20 minutes. Or get something to eat. Or stretch their legs. Or whatever. No biggy really. I figured I'd at least leave them at the hotel pool most of the time while I rode around the compound on my XL350 in the rair or shine with a haYUGE grin on my face. But they wanted to see the place too. So we didn't get to the track until about midday Saturday. Hey, it's not every day they get to swim right? And everyone knows it's best to swim right after a good stuffing of pancakes. I'm kinda pissed - but I'm keeping it inside. I mean, hey, they like bikes too and I don't get a chance to see them very much anymore. So we arrive at the track and ..."we" decide that since the XL hasn't any passenger pegs, and I don't want to ride it two miles an hour for eight hours, that I'd leave it in the back of the truck for the time being. We'll walk together like a family and scrounge around for little xl pipes, trials tires, SL fenders ( and that nasty little fender clamp that holds the fender to the frame on my SL125) and handlebars and all that good stuff. Deals to be had for sure. But they want "some" t-shirts too. And some soda pops. And a place to sit down now. Well, sometimes it was hot and it must have seemed to them that all we were doing was walking fast to keep up with Daddy and it was always uphill so... oh well. Soaked t-shirts under our arms and mustard on our faces it's time to go back to the hotel because it's raining and the hotel has a pool remember daddy? So we head back. Immediately as we go into the pool area the sun comes out. But now they're hungry for a real dinner. The Amish place across the street here in Belleville has an awesome buffet so we go back to eat again. Suspecting the eventual hours ahead I cram food thinking that I may be able to head back to the room early and drop them off. Back to the hotel to swim some more. You know, a pool like this doesn't come along every day. Why can't I leave my daughter in the pool alone? Seriously - she's taller than the deepest part of the pool. Don't give me this "it only takes a spoonfull" crap either. At the least, I think the wife can stay with her while I go -er...ride back to the event. Too late now. It's getting dark and now I'm doing everything I can to muster a continuous smile.  Tomorrow's another day right? I hope so.

I wake up early Sunday morning. Like 5am and I'm ready to head for the truck at like, 5:30am and to me that's running late. Inhale some coffee and hurry out but...I have awakened "them" and "they" want some cereal and bisquits and gravy and a yogurt and some muffins and some waffles and some more muffins. And of course to swim a little bit more before we check out since we don't have a pool larger than four feet across they may never again get the chance to enjoy a real pool deeper than two feet ever again. We leave the f%$king hotel at f%$king noon to head back to the goddamn track again. Smiling all the while I am so happy to at least be with my family. See the grin? We arrive at the track faster than I thought as there isn't ANY traffic now going there. It's all coming out. And it's raining and "they" (the beautiful family) don't want to stray too far from the truck because once in a while there's lightening. So we do a few strolls through the isles of swap stuff and head for the t-shirt buggy again. This is when my head exploded scattering fragements of brain matter on those within twenty yards of me. I knew the pin had been pulled but there was no way in hell it was going to fit back in again. It was only a matter of time. I actually think time stopped. My daughter just looked at me wondering how I got my voice up that high (she actually responded that way - "Daddy, how do you get your voice that high?") while my wife stared silently at me. You know the look. Completely motionless, frowned eyebrows, downturned lips, head slightly bowed down - the puppy-dog look. We all knew this wasn't how Daddy had planned Daddy's little midsummer vacation. And unfortunately it was now within 30 minutes of being over until next year. Group hugs, tears, smiles and a four dollar 20oz bottle of water fixed me up (yeah. right.) and we headed back to the truck for our journey back to Detroit. Another funfilled five hour road trip back home.

I never even took the XL350 out of the back of the F%$king truck! I got a voice mail from Murray late Friday afternoon to look him up when I got there and that he'd done well on the trials event. Man I wished I could have seen that. I wanted to meet Murray so bad. I heard the motocross guys all weekend and people said that the roadraces went in the pouring rain.

I'm all for family. I love my family dearly. But I'll never again take them to Mid-ohio for the VMD's ever again. Unless we all have little XL's...and they pack a lunch...and water...it'll fit in a backpack! we could ride little XL80's or XL100's or even old SL125's and those little red two way radios! and ...CAMP!  

Murray Gray #33
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Re:Mid-Ohio...

Date Posted:07/21/2005 7:11 AMCopy HTML

Can you say "MUD" Ohio...

Sorry you had such a rough time Geoff...now I know why I never heard back from you...

I don't know what was worse...being soaked from the rain or soaked from the sweat...

Murray

Oldrice #34
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Re:Mid-Ohio...

Date Posted:07/21/2005 10:35 PMCopy HTML

Mud-Ohio !    That's it! It rained pretty hard and they even raced in that stuff!

I took a LOT of pictures and spent some drying time in the Ducati Museum where I took a lot of pics too. Ducati had some really nice thumpers in there. Just pure works of art man. Some of the most gorgeous machines ever created by human beings. I saw a lot of old BSA trials type bikes being ridden around as well as Matchless and Triumphs too. Mostly BSA's and Nortons and Triumphs. Not so many Japanese bikes this year. Seemed to be an overall European event. I saw several Vincent Black Shadow's being RIDDEN around that place collecting road grime and mud as they traversed the terrain around Mid-Ohio. I don't know about you but I rarely see one ridden much less several in one day. I'll make a page for the VMD's this year and put a link to it on the XL Page and a few other pages of Oldrice.com.




Go soothingly on the grease mud ... as there lies the skid demon! ...






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