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July 4th Ride

When I was in the Burg one of the things I enjoyed was going to neighboring town's fireman breakfasts. I was always up early and seldom got anyone to go with me. I can remember little Michael would go with me and once I even got Brendan and Mackenzie to go, too. But for the most part it was just me. The food was always good and when I would go either at 6:00 or 7:00 am I'd beat the crowd. Worst time to go was always around election time. The politicos would come out of the woodwork and attempt to woo your vote.



Appleton always has one of the best breakfasts' around. Pancakes, eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy, coffee and orange juice. They have raised the prices lately but still well worth the trip, if you can find it. Rod and Diane joined us today. They recently bought a new cycle, a Kawasaki 800, I think. Carrie was also able to join us. It was nice to have a full crowd again.

A brief visit to Snakeden Hollow state park near Victoria.


The Mild Ones in Bishop Hill.




Heading over to one of those candle/candy/knick-knack stores.



Looking every bit a postcard, this is one of those historic buildings in Bishop Hill that makes this little town a big tourist magnet. In fact, every 10 years or so members of the Swedish Royal family come here to bask in the heritage.


And back to BFE for a big annual Stage 4th of July bash.






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  1. Even though we cut our day a bit short... was still nice day and nice ridin :)

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