After seeing the Slimey Crud Run whispered about in dark corners of the internet I decided I would like to check it out. An old friend whom I will refer to as Whiney Old Crotch Rocket Rider or WOCRR for short was also interested so we agreed to to leave our respective houses at 8:00am and meetup at a halfway point in Darien by the titty bar and ride up together.
I left about on time but realized I needed gas and had to grab cash for food and drinks in case I couldn't use plastic in cheeseland so I booked it on the way up and arrived at the gas station with 2 minutes to spare.
And then I waited and waited and waited. After double checking the Vegas Club wasn't open I waited some more. After 15 minutes I got a call from WOCRR who said he was lost or some such excuse and would be there in another 5 minutes.
After 20 minutes or 3 extended lapdances had the titty bar been open I heard a pitiful sound come whining up. Sadly the bike sounded OK, it was the rider whining about his old age related problems such as not being able to tell time or drive the speed limit.
Shortly after taking this picture he complained that smiling hurt his cheeks. We were now both gassed up and ready to go but 30 minutes behind schedule. I realized there may not be many places to stop once we get out of Janesville so we grabbed a quick breakfast at McDonald's. WOCRR complained it would give him gas, luckily I was the lead bike. We hauled ass up to Pine Bluff and knew we were getting close as we kept seeing more and more motorcycles. Once we got really close we started to see earlybirds tearing off to start their run. Just before town a Hayabusa flew by in a full tuck and must have been doing 100+.
We got into town and parked and were greeted with bikes stretched in both directions.
We walked around and grabbed a bunch of pictures of ones that looked neat. I'll just do a pic dump as there were too many to count.
A mint old superglide
Buell Ratbike with darkside rear tire
Flamed Sporty
Nice BSA
Harley Flathead with sidecar
Harley Electraglide
Yamaha 250cc 2stroke
Really nicely blacked out custom Harley soft tail
Honda Cafe
Kaw KZ1000
There was a group of guys with nicely chopped sporties
This one has a trick unity spot for a healight
A vintage honda
A row of vintage honda
One for the road
BMW cafe with a CBT seat
Ouch
Looks sane from the front
Mint Kawasaki Mach II 500 2 stroke
Nice CBX, I have never seen this many CBX's in one place
A cafe'd Norton Commando
Vintage Bimmer with a sweet sidecar
Russianed up Ural or Dnepr
Sportster 48
Honda Cafe
Sportster Chopper
The sportster choppers from earlier moved to another spot
Unity headlights make great helmet hooks
Aermacchi Harley
Trike
50's looking Sportster
Mint 60's sportster with hard bags
Yamaha Chopper
Harley panhead
At this point we decided to head for Leland we headed west out of town and just wandered around the twisties following other groups of bikers. We figured we'd try to get lost and use the GPS to find Spring Green when we were ready to head north. The roads were fun and much better than anything I've personally explored but there was quite a bit of sand and tar snakes all over which coupled with random riders going both directions gave us both the idea to come back a different day. We shot north to 14 and ended up in Arena, Wi.
I saw this mouse in front of Arena Cheese and decided to make a gas stop. I checked out the shop thinking they would sell souvenirs but it was actually a straight up cheese shop and seeing as I didn't have space of refrigeration for a 5LB brick I passed.
A self shot of your narrator as WOCRR was busy smoking a Middleton.
We both needed gas and I wanted a drink and a snack so we hitup the Citgo next door and were greeted with this rack of free pudding, jelly and spices that had all expired sometime when Urkel was still asking if he did that. I was tempted to pickup the plain gelatin for god knows what reason. We headed through spring green and up to Leland. Unfortunately, we got stuck behind a group of Harley Squids, the mythical Layer Dan. Midlife crisis guys in windbreakers that would drive 5 under and clutch in and coast to 10mph in turns while drifting into the oncoming lane on a curve that was easy at 55mph. We just stayed back and gave them room while waiting for the crash which luckily never happened.
Upon arriving in Leland we saw bikes everywhere
There were a few fields full
Leland was mainly a Harley crowd
WOCRR insisted on locking his helmet in a crowd of helmetless layer dans.
A nicely chopped sporty
A nicely chopped sporty
This harley had neat barb wire pinstripes between the colors
Kickass BMW with 60's bar end signals
I really liked the WWII details on this, not sure what make but it was actually a metric cruiser.
Don't think a tractor seat would be the best for long rides.
This harley cruised by us as we were filling up in Arena
The Sprecher Bar in Leland
It was a bit too crowded to get a drink :-(
Satan's Bitch if the tank is to be believed
Kawasaki 1000r
Kawasaki KZ1000 with clubman bars
Stock KZ1000 with cafe fairing
Cagiva Alazzurra 650
Another Trike
Sauk Counties Finest were keeping an eye on the festivities
Sporty with nice looking apes
Yet another CBX
Kawasaki ZRX1200r
Another Kawasaki 100R
A shot of some of the crowd
Yet another CBX
Yet another Kawasaki
King and Queen seated sporty
Sporty with crazy frame wrap dual pipes which was a Milwaukee edition if the forks are original
Mr. Horsepower himself
One last sporty and we had seen all there was and decided to head out as we each had 3 hours or so to ride home.
After cruising home from Leland we got as far as Madison before we couldn't tell if the grumbling was the bikes or our stomachs. Luckily we came upon the savior of many hungry travelers Quaker Steak and Lube.
I convinced WOCRR to take a photo but he was too busy complaining to smile.
We got seated in the car themed half :-(
The Quaker Steak cheeseburger was amazing but at this point I was contemplating eating my boot so I'm pretty sure anything would have tasted amazing.
After Quaker Steak we decided to split up and said our goodbyes and headed home. WOCRR ditched his jacket liner in my saddle bag so now I'll have to drop it off before his age addled brain foregts about it.
The Fall 2013 Slimey Crud Run will be
Sunday, October 6th, 2013.
All together it was right around 300 miles round trip.
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