We had another nice outing today, as planned, riding to Visé, Belgium. Part of our 54-mile trip was on N281, but most of it was on back roads that were much more scenic than the autobahns.
Passing by Margraten American Cemetery brought back a flood of memories from the Veterans' Day ceremonies I observed there with large groups of children when I taught fifth and sixth grades. It still warms my heart to think of the hundreds of children in those classes over the years who participated in the respectful walk of silent reflection around the grounds. The only sound I ever heard during those walks was the crunch of hundreds of feet on gravel.
We stopped at the water locks in Visé and warmed up a bit. The temperatures may have been in the 40sF, but the chill factor took its toll on my fingers.
Just as we turned around to head back towards home, my fuel light popped on. That's one annoying thing about my Sportster. It doesn't come equipped with a fuel gage, and I'm not sure at what point in the emptying of the tank the light comes on. Right now I'm willing to guess that it probably happens when there's still a quarter of a tank left. Leslie has already shipped a fuel gauge that I bought from Killer Creek Harley, so it'll probably arrive some time this week. The guys at Dutch Hills Harley said they'd be happy to install it for me. <>
It's been a long day, but I'm having trouble winding down because I'm so excited about tomorrow's adventure. Cochem, Germany? Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't matter as long as we ride!
Passing by Margraten American Cemetery brought back a flood of memories from the Veterans' Day ceremonies I observed there with large groups of children when I taught fifth and sixth grades. It still warms my heart to think of the hundreds of children in those classes over the years who participated in the respectful walk of silent reflection around the grounds. The only sound I ever heard during those walks was the crunch of hundreds of feet on gravel.
We stopped at the water locks in Visé and warmed up a bit. The temperatures may have been in the 40sF, but the chill factor took its toll on my fingers.
Just as we turned around to head back towards home, my fuel light popped on. That's one annoying thing about my Sportster. It doesn't come equipped with a fuel gage, and I'm not sure at what point in the emptying of the tank the light comes on. Right now I'm willing to guess that it probably happens when there's still a quarter of a tank left. Leslie has already shipped a fuel gauge that I bought from Killer Creek Harley, so it'll probably arrive some time this week. The guys at Dutch Hills Harley said they'd be happy to install it for me. <
It's been a long day, but I'm having trouble winding down because I'm so excited about tomorrow's adventure. Cochem, Germany? Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't matter as long as we ride!
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