Our friends, Susan and Dave M., and Bob and I planned to spend this past weekend (2 nights) in Olcott Beach, NY, which is located on the shores of Lake Ontario. The weather forecast calling for rain and thunderstorms, which could be severe at times, dampened our weekend plans. It rained off and on throughout the weekend and, as the weatherman predicted, there were instances of severe weather.
The weather was supposed to be better on Sunday. We made plans to ride with Susan and Dave to Letchworth State Park, also in New York, but half the riding distance of Olcott Beach. Again, Mother Nature did not cooperate. The rain came down in buckets, then would stop, then come down again. It finally cleared up around 2:00 PM. Susan telephoned. Did we want to go on a ride to Findley Lake, NY? We wanted to, and we did. In addition to riding with Susan and Dave, another couple (Shelly and Bob H.) accompanied us. Shelly and Bob are Susan and Dave’s friends, a very nice couple as we soon discovered. We arrived at Findley Lake in about an hour.
While we were at Findley Lake, we watched two women reel in fish after fish. They caught at least 10 fish while we were there!
From Findley Lake we rode to Pine Junction, a tavern/restaurant, which was only a short distance from the lake. Luckily, Dave and Susan had visited Pine Junction before because according to Pine Junction’s website, part of the fun is trying to find them. Dave and Susan led us straight to the restaurant.
We enjoyed dinner, sitting on the outdoor patio. The evening was gorgeous, with warm (not humid) temperatures and a cool breeze. The restaurant is known for its Black Angus burgers and steaks, chicken wings and homemade desserts. I can’t recall everyone’s dinner selections. Bob and I ordered Black Angus burgers with fries. Bob chose regular fries; I ordered sweet potato fries. Susan had butter & garlic wings with a tossed salad. We tried some of the homemade desserts as well. Bob ordered a slice of raspberry pie. I ordered a slice of coconut cream pie. Susan did the same. Shelly ordered a moose ball. A moose ball is a peanut butter ball dipped in chocolate. It is a frozen dessert. All six of our meals were delicious. I’m sure that we will return to Pine Junction one day.
Oh, I almost forgot. Did you notice the orange-colored motorcycle parked in front of Pine Junction in the photograph displayed above? The motorcycle is a Ural, which is a Russian sidecar motorcycle. After dinner, we checked out this unique-looking motorcycle.
After checking out the Ural, it is time to begin our ride back home. Our ride home, however, was delayed about 1 1/2 hours. Our motorcycle wouldn’t start. Bob turned on the ignition; the lights went on but turned back off. Then they wouldn’t turn on again. The motorcycle had no power.
Bob and I are thankful that Dave and Susan and Bob and Shelly stayed with us. We are thankful that complete strangers stopped and asked if there was anything that they could do to help, as they were going into or coming out of the restaurant. Several people checked their tool bag for suitable tools. Bob had the tool bag that came with the motorcycle, but he didn’t have a socket set with him that is used to remove the seat. He needed to get under the seat to check for a blown fuse, a loose cable or a dead battery. One man, whose name was Dave and also the owner of the Ural pictured above, rode home (7-8 miles away) to get his tools. While waiting for Dave to return to Pine Junction, Bob telephoned one of our friends from the Vulcan Riders Owner Club (VROC), to ask if he had any ideas what could be wrong. Our VROC friend had Bob check several things, indicating that the worse possible situation would be that the ignition went bad.
Dave returned, with tools. Within a few minutes, the seat was off the motorcycle. Dave had a battery tester with him, which he used to check the battery for power. The first test showed no power. He did the test a second time; the battery definitely had power, lots of power. Dave, then noticed that a couple cables were loose on the battery. After tightening the cables, the motorcycle started. I’m grateful that the problem was a simple fix.
We returned home around 9:00 PM. A day later, and I am still thinking what WONDERFUL friends we have. I’m thankful for old and new friends and for strangers who helped us yesterday. I’m thankful that we made it home safely and that the motorcycle is mechanically sound. I’m also thinking if perhaps it was God’s intervention that resolved our mechanical problems yesterday, as Bob H. said a simple prayer over our motorcycle shortly after we realized it had no power.