Marty's Scout Trip to the Antique Motorcycle Club of America
The AMCA (Antique Motorcycle Club of America)
Fall Nationals were
held in Davenport Iowa and Marty from GoMoto in
Osseo Minnesota made the trek there on a Fly Scout
110cc bike. His account of the 550 mile trip follows:
Its 3:30 AM when I pull the Scout down the drive way, the sky is cloudy, but
itís comfortably in the low 60s. Iím on my way to Davenport Iowa for the vintage
swap meet and half mile races, then onto Springfield IL for the short track and
mile nationals. I decided to leave this early because Iím riding a 110 cc Scout
from Fly scooters. With a top speed around 50 MPH I want to get through
Minneapolis while there is little traffic.
Heading south east for the first hour and a half on a four lane highway,
there is only the occasional semi blasting past. Its getting cooler as I pull
into Cannon falls for gas and food. Cooler still when I get back on the bike,
should have brought a sweater.
Traffic will be starting to pick up now so itís time to hit the back roads.
Itís starting to get light as I get to Kasson, just west of Rochester and itís
time for gas and something warm to drink as it just keeps getting cooler, the
bank thermometers are showing 51 degrees now. The tank on the scout holds a
whopping 3 quarts, even at 95 MPG the gas stops are frequent. We continue south
through Le Roy and into Iowa where we pick up a nice strong westerly wind.
Heading east to Decorah cruising is easy at a brisk 50 miles per but its time
for some more warmth at the Kwik Trip. (Where is that sweater)? The roads in
northeast Iowa make for some great riding and scenery, as we wind our way over
to the touristy McGregor and then south to Guttenberg.
Its late morning and I make the obligatory stop a Breitbachs in Balltown for
lunch. This was the oldest restraint in Iowa until it burned down a few years
back, then it burned down again? There is no way to retain the real charm it
had, but the food is still good. The same can be said about the roads in this
area. As they are ďimprovedĒ they get wider and straighter, they to are fun but
have lost there charm. On the other hand the scout, clone that it is, is just
like ridding a vintage Honda passport.
South through Dubuque we go the long way to Davenport following the river
along the bulge on Iowaís eastern border through Clinton and into the Quad
cities. At the most inopportune time the scout starts to sputter, running out of
gas. I am on a four lane road with lots of traffic and no shoulder, just a tall
curb up to a sidewalk. I manage to get stopped without getting run over and lift
the bike onto the sidewalk. Try that with a FLHRTCLQP Ultra sooperdooper glide.
I whip out my extra quart of gas and finish the trip to the fairgrounds.
If you appreciate old motorcycles this is the place to be on Labor Day
weekend. Itís all here from 1910s board trackers racing on the half mile, to a
concourse shows good as most anywhere. An entire fairgrounds full of antique and
vintage only parts for sale, including lots of rare scooter stuff.
I have to get going early on Saturday to help on the pits for the short
track, so itís off at 7:30. I cross the Mississippi into Rock Island and
continue south. The skies are perfectly clear but itís still very cool. Did I
mention I should have brought a sweater? Fresh new pavement for the most part
during the 160 miles to Springfield means seldom on this stretch did I use up
both inches of suspension travel. I waved at Bart and Lisa as I rode by their
house on the way to the track, arriving about 11:30.
The Scout used no oil and needed no adjustments for the 550 mile trip south
averaged 95 mpg riding 45 Ė 50 mph and was remarkably comfortable.
As for the races Henry Wiles cruised to victory on Saturday night with the
Kawasaki and Brian Smith took his Kawasaki to its first mile win on Sunday. As
for the scout and me. We rode home in the van with the race bikes.