|Very nice digs|
|Big, big operation and they have a sister dealership for Harleys|
Next I called my bud Jerry Smith and he found two numbers, one for the Vespa of Caldwell dealership and two, a long shot Harley dealer who seemed to have a Vespa connection. I could see my phone battery level was falling so I rang off and tried the Vespa dealer first. "No longer listed" came the tinny recorded message. I rang it twice since I'm not always easy to convince. Next I tried the Harley shop and the gal who answered said they didn't service scooters but pointed me at their sister company Birds of Prey in Caldwell. Doesn't that name inspire you with confidence? I called them anyway and although Vespa isn't one of their lines they were willing to have a go at it if I could get it to them. Time for a tow. Dealing with AAA is always an adventure but they promised they'd send someone along within an hour or so, maybe sooner since I was stranded on a freeway. I asked why that would make a difference and she said " Because it's dangerous Hon." Wonderful I thought.
About that time Johnny Rescue showed up on his shiny black Harley. He was actually wearing protective gear, leather jacket, a real helmet, gloves, the works. Turned out he was new to Harleys, had a background with the same stuff as me. Darn near as old too.
Eventually the AAA truck showed up and hauled me back to Birds of Prey in Caldwell. On the way the driver told me how he'd bought his Yamaha from them and what a great dealership they were.
|Not your every-day AAA rig but it worked fine|
|Out front and fixed in record time|
By then it was getting to be late afternoon, nearly 4:00 O'clock and I hadn't made very many miles so I went back at it. It didn't take long to reach Ontario where I turned north and within a few blocks was again in Idaho. I stopped long enough to gas up and off I went not really sure where I'd end up. Several small towns later I came to Cambridge, ID, population approximately 300 souls, two motels, 3 places to eat, one really old-time grocery store, and several interesting old buildings.
|Cool old hotel|
|Museum was closed but they had some great stuff in the windows|
Naturally being a gentleman of good breeding I chose the motel with the coolest sign and a FREE WIFI sticker in the window.
|As good as it gets and only fifty one buckeroos|
|Great place, friendly folks|
I went to dinner at "Bucky's", only a few blocks down the street where they not only fixed a great meal the waitress fixed my glasses. To show my gratitude I spilled my iced tea on top of the plate before it was half eaten. They wanted to make me another one but I just had them pour off the excess and continued to scarf it down, it was just fine.
|Great food, all fresh and really home made|
|The place was empty when I arrived, then got really busy|
|She fixed my glasses, said "That little screw will fall out again" and it did one hour later.|
|Great dinner before I dumped iced tea all over it. I ate the whole thing|
When I got back to the scooter I couldn't find my keys so I looked in the usual spot. There they were as always. Seems no one wants any of my bikes as I've done this several times. Duh.
|No one wants me|
|Inside the old grocery. Everything looked like it had been in service for 100 years|
The WIFI here is not so good so who knows if this post will load. The preview won't so I've no way to know what it will look like...anyway keep the faith.
Ride it like you stole it...116 miles today.