Charlie Parsons and I loaded up friend Susan’s ailing BMW R1100RT this morning and hauled it up to Grass Roots BMW Motorcycles at Cape Girardeau, Mo. It’s just shy of 300 miles for the round trip, so it took about 8 hours from start to finish.
The bike, which has a California sidecar, has an electrical problem that causes the battery to discharge and we’ve been unable to start it, so Susan agreed to turn it over to the pros. Her aim is to get it back in running condition and sell it, 
so if you are in the market for a BMW sidecar rig or know someone who is, let me know and I’ll hook you up with Susan.
After we dropped the bike off, I persuaded Charlie to let me buy him lunch at White Castle – the nearest one to our part of the country. We each had 5 cheeseburgers and a drink. Charlie had sweet potato fries as well.
Charlie and Deb and Susan are coming over for dinner this evening, so we stopped at Mr. T’s, the fabulous liquor store on the Missouri-Arkansas state line and loaded up on German beer.
On the way back to the SUV, I noticed this guy who was carrying a dog in a satchel lashed to the back of his metric cruiser motorcycle. The dog seemed very happy to be going for a ride.
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Most dogs love to ride, just another thing that bonds them to their human friends.
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