Today I went on a motorcycle road trip with a group of friends. We had seven bikes in all. Our trip took us through Anoka, Dayton, Otsego, Monticello, Santiago, Foley, Pierz, Onamia, Waukon, Isle, Ogilvie, Dalbo, and St. Francis. Just a couple drops of rain fell on us in the morning. Along the way I saw great blue herons, red winged blackbirds, turkey vultures, robins, bluebirds, egrets, goldfinches, red tailed hawks, and one night hawk. We got a few good looks at Mille Lacs Lake. All in all it was a great day. I had a great time even though the day did not turn out as I expected. As we neared Otsego, a friend of mine beeped his horn at me and said, 'You are blowing smoke." My first reaction was to be insulted, thinking he meant I exaggerated for personal gain. But then I glanced back and saw a plume of oily smoke coming from my bike. I pulled over. Oil poured out from below the bike. Well, if I had to break down, at least I had 6 people to help me out. We had parked behind the Target. We bought 3 cans of oil, poured them in, and I drove to the Suzuki dealer in Elk River, smoking almost all the way. I lost power as I went further. The motor died about a block from the dealer and I coasted into the parking lot. I hope it won't be a long and expensive fix. So I spent most of the road trip on the back of another guy's Yamaha V Star. I still had a great time and found it easier to look at the scenery when I wasn't driving.
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