My first endeavor at reporting motorcycle stuff
on the net occurred around the turn of the century.
PAGE OF A FOP-HF (A FOOLISH OLD
PERSON HAVING FUN)
No sounds or songs or
dancing clowns - just words and
For all FOPs entering their
second childhood -- Let us Pray.
After more years, more weight
and less hair than one likes to
admit, and as the FOP (Foolish
Old Person) that one has become,
I find myself entering my second
childhood - although - perhaps I
never left my first. Over time
we have attempted a variety of
experiments or endeavors which
usually after some failure or
Our typical questions at such
times are "Why did we start?";
How can we stop?" and; "How are
we going to clean up the mess?"
We have carved a totem pole with
a chainsaw; stomped a tub of
wild grapes barefoot, to make
wine (which exploded and gave us
a purple kitchen ceiling);
raised peafowl, (one of whom
became egg bound and required
"treatment"), pheasants (which
we did not have the heart to
bring to the table and so
released and who we still see
around with their offspring),
ducks (several of whom succumbed
to a raccoon raid one night - if
you don't ask we won't tell what
raccoons do to ducks) and; geese
(two of whom managed to drown
themselves, bird brains that
they were) and other fun(?)things.
Us? We are, married (to each
other), early retired, Wisconsin
residents (she from Hermantown
in the Gopher State, he from the
Bluegrass via the Show Me
State). In addition to a dog we
have 4 cats, several large koi
and several varieties of grapes
and fruit trees. Several years
ago one of the koi developed an
ulcer under her right eye that
grew and did not respond to
medicated water in a hospital
tank. We anesthetized her,
stretched her out on the kitchen
table and (very quickly)
cleaned, disinfected and packed
the wound with dental packing.
Our treatment must have worked
as she healed and is with us
yet. Enjoy making sawdust and
applesauce, reading, watching
nature with a river running
One of these days when we can
find the right tool (a round
2it) we hope to add
pictures/links re. ponds,
critters, geneaology an other
stuff, maybe even try a hand at
e-bay or whatever else strikes a
Genealogy (GERHARDT, MATTES,
childhood has, recently, been
marked by the relearning of the
art of the motorcycle. (Paint?
What paint? What house? Where?
The Hiway calleth - paint? Maybe
Therefore, let us pray, not only
for safe landings for myself,
but also for all the other FOPs
in the world, regardless of how
they pursue their own, personal
Copyright ©2006-2008, Gust Jenson, all rights
More recently this
site was developed, thanks to Sheldon.
writer, actor, historian and side car driver counts, amongst his numerous other
talents, those that include computer mastery and web design. Whatever happens on these
pages should be construed as his fault and the blame should rest solely upon his
shoulders as one should simply not give fine tools, an unlimited forum in which
to express oneself or even sharp implements to those who remain perpetually
immature. So sayeth one who/whom recently learned that left thumbs have
arteries, when he severed it, and wonders how much chaos we can create here.
Sheldon is the
one on the right.
The “We” consists
primarily a group that has been described by Uptown (-e) Al as the fuzz balls
that are found hanging off the very fringes of society and that we do, in
addition to “hanging off” our “rigs”. We are all motorbikers, but motorbikers
with a difference: as sidecarists we feel incredibly sorry for our biker
brethren, who are doomed to ride to ride motorbikes, one wheel short of a rig.
As motorbikers we find ourselves on the fringes of society, as sidecarists, we
find ourselves on the fringes of motorcycledom and as members of the SKUNKs
(Side Kars Up Nort Klub), we be
even on the fringes of the sidecar community.
The famous, "I'm
a little teapot" dance>
The “Chaos” just
seems to come naturally to some people and I be easily led astray. It was Jerry
who/whom some years ago, upon my early semi retirement got me into long distance
touring, in the rain, wet and cold, misted helmets, campsites with rivers
running through them and an appreciation of the fine waterproof and Wisconsin
winter proof items offered by Aerostich.
It was Uptown (-)
who/whom several years later got me into sidecarring and now Sheldon has
provided the opportunity to recount the misadventures of these and other fuzz
balls at the end of the fringe as we seek adventure. Be warned, no one is safe.
Gust, who has
never met a person he couldn’t learn from.