Village of Sharon

It's winter and there ain't much to do here but watch the ice get thicker. Yesterday the sun came out and the temperature started to climb. I walked out to the mail box in a t-shirt and it felt great. Then I drove past the bank on the way to shop to grab a bike and realized it was only 33 degrees. One degree above freezing. It's amazing what 33 degree's feels like after surviving in below zero temps for so long. I pulled into the shop drive and my truck could barely make it back to the shop door because the sun had given the ice a nice resurfacing. I was itching to get the Bakers Shaker on the road for the first time but I could barely stand up on the ice let alone ride a bike with two feet of trail on it.

Today the sun went back into hiding and the freezing rain came back out. I got a call from some friends asking If I wanted to drive up to Wisconsin with them to get some beer. They were look'n for some Spotted Cow beer but they only sell it in Wisconsin, so we loaded up the car and headed for the border. It kind of took me back in time about 35 years. I remember my dad telling me stories of driving up to the Wisconsin border on the weekends to get beer. The legal age was 18 in Wisconsin and 21 in Illinois. There's not much up there, in fact from the time we left the shop drive we didn't see another town or another sole for that matter until we hit State Line Road were we found the historic Village of Sharon Wisconsin. We grabbed a few cases of Spotted Cow Beer from the store and stopped in at a little bar called Seaver's before we departed. As we walked in I noticed a sign that said Bikers Welcome and one person sitting at the bar. The lady behind the bar looked pretty disappointed to see us walking in. She wouldn't serve us draft beer because it took to long to pour and we couldn't have anything on the menu unless in was fried. After a few declined fried choices from the menu she said about all you are gonna get is fried chicken. We were all there to eat so we told her to fire up that fryer. I figured we'd get I nice big fried loogie to go with our fried chicken for as much as she loved us........ maybe that's why it tasted so damn good.