Bill Hagan

Well, it’s been an interesting day. I can’t figure out how to post pictures with my phone, so my too many words will have to do. Left home about 7:30 and had a fine ride for an hour or so . Then a bee or wasp got into my helmet and started to work.. Anyway, that hurt — as in really, really hurt. I’m not a bee sting virgin. In fact, a week or so ago, two hornets got me. Those really hurt, too, but this was worse. Stopped at a Walmart and got some meds,but the pharmacist was understandably reluctant to give me anything that might make me drowsy as I was riding a motorcycle . Oh, then it rained. Lots of it. Actually, for a very short time. But long enough to douse me completely. Finally made it to the hotel. Took off my helmet, looked in the mirror… and screamed. Let’s just say the puffiness is impressive. Mitch McConnell’s wattle has nothing on mine. So, here i sit in a crowded urgent care waiting room hoping to get something better. Will see you tomorrow. Though you may not want to see what I look like! Bill

We need rain badly here at the top of Virginia, with daily drought warnings and heat advisories. My brother in Hiawassee reports similar conditions there. I'd ride uncomplainingly in the rain just to bring some relief to the flora and fauna. Bill

I protest. If we are going to have drums, these: Bill

I have a few Carb stories that — as the statute of limitations has long run — I’ll share after we wet things down at the pavilion. You might also pass out. I like bourbon and grappa, but the thought a combo is unsettling. That said, not to try seems wrong. We’ll let you know. Bill

Cocked & loaded in the Moto Grappa. Bill

As always, will bring some. Also some Italian maraschino cherries for Kale that I promised him in Kentucky. Bill

All true, Joe, but ... … you left out Grappa. Bill

I’m a drummer, so anything I say about music is suspect. 😄 Bill

Yes, quite fine. It may be, however, that you read more into my post than I intended. I was not extolling the special virtues of that rendition of Ode to Joy, but remarking on the vocal range — and other pleasing attributes — of Carla Maffioletti. That said, as my roots are those of Swabian peasants and Kentucky dirt farmers, perhaps I might be forgiven for liking occasional schmaltz, oompah, and fiddling. And, while I (usually) know better myself, I even consort often with commoners who happily applaud when every movement ends. Many “serious music" cognoscenti sneer at Andre Rieu, but it seems to me that he has brought great joy to so many people around this planet. Is he guilty of what you say is "buggerising around with it making 'easily digestible' arrangements or any of that sort of rubbish[?]” I suppose. Actually, I would not even know of him but for spending so many nights at my mother’s bedside over the five years in a nursing home in Atlanta before she passed in 2018. https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/atlanta/name/carmen-hagan-obituary?id=13131309 In her late 90’s, Mom was so addled by dementia that every evening with her seemed like the movie Groundhog Day — I have to be careful here about not digressing into daydreams about Andie MacDowell! — as Mom would ask the same question every few minutes. But, in the course of finding Youtube videos to entertain her, I ran across Andre Rieu and that Ode to Joy vid in particular. Mom NEVER tired of asking me to play it. Sometimes, Kathi and I would listen to that four or five times an evening! On a related note, do you have any idea how many vids there are of babies laughing or puppies playing? Thousands. Mom loved them! I think nursing homes should pipe those sounds in to sooth the residents. So, I will never forget and always be grateful to Andre Rieu for the pleasure he and his orchestra gave to my mom on so many (and I mean MANY) nights. Finally, Mom was born in 1920 in Wurmlingen, 103 years and some 600 km from where I see you live in Leipzig. You traveled almost that far to hear the BRSO in Munich. Near death, Mom seemed to revert, as so many do, to her childhood. She slipped away into sleep every night when we played this: I just teared up listening to it again; I know every word. Schmaltz. Tomorrow, I’ll be back on y/t, but in the Moto Grappa looking for the best video on static balancing the V85’s rear wheel with its new MR6. Life goes on. Best, Bill

I thought I had posted about Carla Maffioletti before, but a search found nothing here. Knowing that my horn vids seem to have resonated with few, I'll try again, given the mention of some wonderful women singers. For all sorts of reasons not limited -- as Kathi sweetly thinks -- to the lady's considerable vocal talents, Ms. Maffioletti is a favorite of mine. Even if you can't stand this sort of thing, go to 2:25 and get a feel (so to speak, of course! ) for her vocal range. Bill

True, but, for me, the ride there is a journey of joy. OTOH, the 500-to-600-mile ride there generally leaves me drained, so the SSR is more a “rest & refit” time of beer, bourbon, and BS than local riding, tho Kathi and I will do a bit of two-up while there. No matter how many times I ride that general axis of advance — and it’s been MANY — to the SSR, Atlanta, Hiawassee, or other points to the SE, there’s always something or someone new to make it fun. This is my planned route on the out-leg for this year. Map doesn’t show the short bump north, but I'll likely RON in Princeton, W.V., as I usually do. I am less happy with the Day 2 run, and will likely mod that into something very different and less straight and trafficky, even if longer. I will launch on Thursday; arrive on Friday afternoon sometime before BENT. Kathi will drive down on Friday. I’ll not even think about the return on Tuesday — from my brother’s house in Hiawassee, not Tellico Plains — until the night before. Serendipity is the best planning technique. As I noted — in an (unintentional, I swear) serious thread drift here, https://www.v11lemans.com/forums/topic/18925-what-music-do-you-listen-to-share-your-favs/?do=findComment&comment=292234, I just pulled the rear tire — an OEM-mounted Dunlop Meridian — and put a Michelin Road 6 on the wheel. It awaits the black-art of static balancing. Regrettably, I am no magician, but we shall see. Bill

As a Guzzista, I emulate the marque by liking quirky music. My most recent affectation for Moto Grappa listening is the Trompes de Chasse, e.g. this ... I am listening to that now while R&R'ing the rear wheel of the V85. The OEM Dunlop Meridian has 4.5K on it and probably enough tread for the run to the SSR ... he says hopefully. But, it's squared off, and that's no fun, and I already have the MR6 here. So, naturally, the "why not" rule kicks in. The front tire is, as expected, in better shape, but its replacement is inbound, thus another application of the WNR. Pulling the rear wheel was the easiest of any of my present and former Guzzis. Fell right off like well done rib meat off the bone. Lots of space, and the cush rubbers stay in place. I didn't even need to drop the lift's cutout. OK, back to listening, now this ... Bill

I could not be happier with the roads right out out of my driveway, but remember from our years down that way the many stupendous roads at the top of Georgia. Grand. Simply grand. Bill

Can't see FB. Same general story? Bill

I missed this thread last month. Sorry. We fly this pair flags twice every year: 6 June and 14 July. We also fly the flag of France on 5 May ... That pairing on Cinco de Mayo no doubt puzzles many, but think how wonderful Mexican cuisine -- already fine, IMO -- would be had the French won! Bill

Mike, Todd, Davey, and others there over the years made MPH unforgettable and part of Moto Guzzi lore.

Docc, my comment was not a real criticism, as there is no perfect place for such things. And, after all, it was banter. Yes, some solemn, even reverent between-the-lines meaning, but still banter. I apologize if I came across as the Old Guy I am. Bill

Joe, Apologies for this much-delayed response. Short answer? LOTS. Temper that with I've only ridden it 1055 miles, with only one longish -- and VERY wet -- trip to see grandkids in North Carolina.. Riding it to Erie in a week or so, SSR in early September, and Mutton Run after that, and those real miles should tell the tale. Meanwhile, I'll just say that I have been pleasantly surprised by its performance and comfort. Bill

Busy -- a good thing at my age! -- so have missed this and a number of other threads recently. I suppose that this thread is banter, but celebrating Independence Day is, IMO, hardly silly. My fourth great grandfather, Corporal James Hagan, Jr., served with the Maryland line of the Continental Army from 1776 -1783. He was seriously wounded at Eutaw Springs on 8 September 1781 ... interestingly, that is the day in 2023 that Kathi and I will arrive at Tellico Springs for this year's SSR. We celebrate The Fourth in a serious way. Unlike most folks around here who -- oddly, it seems to us -- put up Christmas decorations in November and toss it all in the garbage on the 26th, we leave ours up until Epiphany. Those same people put up the Fourth display here around Memorial Day, but as soon as the boom and smoke of the fireworks clear, down come the flags, etc. We put up our Independence Day bunting on the first or second of July, but leave those up for at least a week after. Here's what our front gate looks like "as we speak!" Bill

Thinking that this will be the official debut of my new Guardia d’Onore V85. Bill

A few brief — by my wordy standards, of course — on the above. Thanks, Docc, but I did not coin the “Garage Mahal,” and, in fact, that label has been on long use WRT garages. My only twist was to call mine, the GarageMahalo. That was a play on words based primarily on my gratitude for having what I had, and have. We had lived in Hawaii for a few years and the word Mahalo for thank you just seemed right. I am, by the way, back in Kentucky. This time in Daviess County for my semiannual Mutton Run. The event is tomorrow, but I left on Thursday with some buddies and just got here. Visited Cadre Cycles and Gateway, two great dealers. I’m trying to decide between the Navale edition of the V100 or the Guardia D’onore V85. Or, perhaps most wisely, neither. Had a fine time at KSR; more when I get home. Bill

Hope springs eternal! But, whatever the weather, watching those who know what they’re doing wrench V 11’s in the garage is pretty fun and fun, too. Bill

Well, darn it , and thanks to Best Buy fornicating me much of the morning, I didn’t get away from Winchester until 1 p.m. Made it to Parkersburg, West Virginia, which leaves a big chunk of an almost 400 miles to ride tomorrow. C'est la vie. There are worse fates. Bill

The V7 is pawing the stable floor. As for fuel range, Docc, it’s always, an “it depends” thing. i have never run out of gas on either of my V 7’s. The Stornello is the thirstier of the two, the V7 III has gone over 200 on a full tank, and I still had more when I filled it then I thought should be there. Given the forecast 38-40F overnight low, I am a wee bit less enthusiastic about an early launch than my mount, And, last-minute leave-the-house chores may mean a later and warmer morning start, anyway. Not sure where I’ll spend tomorrow night, but I want to get down the road as far as I can. My laptop is hors de combat and in the shop for a month, so everything I do digitally is a PITA on the cell phone. Riding will cure my whining. Bill