Frontier Town 2001.
This year I was riding. My son has 1976 Kawasaki-750 that was just sitting here and doing nothing. In the middle of the winter, together with my buddy Rick, we drag it to his garage, took it apart, cleaned it up, replaced the old carburetor and put different shocks on it to lower it, so I could reach a ground, being just a short guy. After a few months of work I started to ride it. Some small problems from the beginning, but that all got straighten up and from that on I was riding it all Summer all over with no problems at all. "Until". Time to go to Frontier Town. Got the bikes packed, took couple of pictures and took off. Just about fifteen miles outside Barrie
the chain came off. Of course I forgot the tooling we needed. We had to borrow wise grips from friend of mine who luckily lives just around the corner from where it happened. On the way we go, another fifteen miles, chain is off. This happened a few times, but finally we made it to Durham to get some beer. When I put it on the back, together with all other stuff, something cracked and the bike dropped about half of inch. The old shocks we had put on couldn't take the weight. Reloaded the bike and slowly rode over to Frontier town. After fantastic weekend camping, with good music, meeting friends, some beer; just like the year before it was time to go home. We had done some adjustments on my bike and together with Rick and another friend Scott we decided not to go straight back to Barrie
, but take a side trip to Wasaga beach. Big mistake, the weather was hot and being long weekend the place was packed with tourists. This time I had no problems with my bike, but Scotts Chopper overheated few times from being stuck in the traffic. We were glad when we were back on the highway and after my chain coming off, luckily only once this time, we made it back to Barrie. I really like that Kawasaki; it was fast, comfortable and sounded good. But it is just sitting here, again. When I’ll have some money and time, it will be back on the road.
Bikers Party
Bikes are packed, ready to leave Barrie.
Buddy Rick, all packed.
Our Campsite.
Bartenders at the Saloon.
Just a part of the games.
Burning rubber competition...
....bit closer.
My buddies trying to see what's happening.
Hiding from the sun at the Saloon.
Night games, something about wet T-shirts.
I think we are having way too much fun, including me.
