Wednesday North Central ROMEO Lunch Ride for 3/16/16
Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 12:33 pm
I was just looking up when we were here last and the best I could find is almost 1 1/2 years ago. For all the folks flying high we're set up for the Stearman Field Bar & Grill in Benton. The weather looks like it will cooperate and they sounded glad to hear from us. They had a pretty good handle on how many to expect. She said that if I told her 15 that she'd plan on 30. Now I need to get the latch on my trunk fixed so I don't get locked out of the trunk again.
TIME....................1:00pm
Here it is,............. STEARMAN FIELD BAR & GRILL
14789 SW 30TH ST.
BENTON KS. 67017
316-778-1612
Facebook page........https://www.facebook.com/StearmanBarAndGrill/?fref=ts
http://bit.ly/1uLkbOc
3/16/16 The weatherman wasn't as cooperative as I had hoped. Eight of us gathered at Sleep Inn for the trip to Benton and the Stearman Bar and Grill. It was a bit cooler and windier than I was led to believe and most of us were well bundled up against the wind. John Crandell was feeling a little off with a sore back but decided to tough it out. I stayed behind him in case he had a problem and needed someone to hysterically panic. About half way there Terry decided to take a break and we stopped at a Casey's where I picked up a “chew toy”. Jack Links Beef Jerky. At four dollars it can get quite expensive to mess with Sasquatch. By the time we got to Casey's, about four of our contingency had vanished. John was holding up well, and waiting at the entrance of the drive. After all the needs were met we mounted up again and hit the freeway for a few miles before finding the back way into Benton. We arrived to a parking lot roughly half full of cars and trucks. I was hopeful that our group wouldn't put any undue pressure on the staff. Well, as it turned out that wasn't the case. When all was said and done our total number came to eleven. After a little tire kicking I went inside to continue my photo thing and finally settle in for a good lunch. While going snap happy I couldn't resist the temptation to get a picture of the killer fan that looks like it was liberated from a visiting helicopter. The motor on this thing looks like it could lift a draw bridge.
While there a couple of private planes came in for the proverbial $100 hamburger. It's a common pastime for pilots to hop into their planes and fly half way across the state for a quick lunch just for the fun of it. Kind of sounds like some bikers I know. Seeing them flashed me back to my old flying club days in Wisconsin. We'd use any excuse to fly. One of the planes that came was a Beechcraft Travilaire. That was the same type that I got my multi-engine rating in. The other was a Cessna 150. I spent two or three eons in those as an instructor. That flashed me back to many years of having my head in the clouds.
The food and service was first rate and I opted for the mushroom and Swiss burger with the holy grail of fries, sweet potato fries and the obligatory iced tea. Diesel Dave had the Chicken Quesadilla. I'm not big on Mexican food but that didn't look too bad.
All too soon it came time to leave and we started to gather outside. Several if needed to gas up. Dave fired up and he knew where the gas was so I figured I'd better follow him. As we filled up several others rolled into the gas station, but John was nowhere to be found. Several of us expressed some concern for his well being Dave decided to so launch off in search of him. We waited and soon they rolled in and all was well. We set off retracing our steps on the way to Salina. Eventually we found our way to I 135 and jumped onto the fast track. After a quick leg stretcher at the rest stop it was back on the road. We parted ways at 'shilling road and I pressed home to Leo and Fritz who by this time were sure they were being abandoned.
The towns represented were.
Salina
Hutchinson
Denmark
Canton
Culver
Minneaopolis
The bikes attending,
Guzzi
Harley
Honda
Kawasaki
Yamaha
TIME....................1:00pm
Here it is,............. STEARMAN FIELD BAR & GRILL
14789 SW 30TH ST.
BENTON KS. 67017
316-778-1612
Facebook page........https://www.facebook.com/StearmanBarAndGrill/?fref=ts
http://bit.ly/1uLkbOc
3/16/16 The weatherman wasn't as cooperative as I had hoped. Eight of us gathered at Sleep Inn for the trip to Benton and the Stearman Bar and Grill. It was a bit cooler and windier than I was led to believe and most of us were well bundled up against the wind. John Crandell was feeling a little off with a sore back but decided to tough it out. I stayed behind him in case he had a problem and needed someone to hysterically panic. About half way there Terry decided to take a break and we stopped at a Casey's where I picked up a “chew toy”. Jack Links Beef Jerky. At four dollars it can get quite expensive to mess with Sasquatch. By the time we got to Casey's, about four of our contingency had vanished. John was holding up well, and waiting at the entrance of the drive. After all the needs were met we mounted up again and hit the freeway for a few miles before finding the back way into Benton. We arrived to a parking lot roughly half full of cars and trucks. I was hopeful that our group wouldn't put any undue pressure on the staff. Well, as it turned out that wasn't the case. When all was said and done our total number came to eleven. After a little tire kicking I went inside to continue my photo thing and finally settle in for a good lunch. While going snap happy I couldn't resist the temptation to get a picture of the killer fan that looks like it was liberated from a visiting helicopter. The motor on this thing looks like it could lift a draw bridge.
While there a couple of private planes came in for the proverbial $100 hamburger. It's a common pastime for pilots to hop into their planes and fly half way across the state for a quick lunch just for the fun of it. Kind of sounds like some bikers I know. Seeing them flashed me back to my old flying club days in Wisconsin. We'd use any excuse to fly. One of the planes that came was a Beechcraft Travilaire. That was the same type that I got my multi-engine rating in. The other was a Cessna 150. I spent two or three eons in those as an instructor. That flashed me back to many years of having my head in the clouds.
The food and service was first rate and I opted for the mushroom and Swiss burger with the holy grail of fries, sweet potato fries and the obligatory iced tea. Diesel Dave had the Chicken Quesadilla. I'm not big on Mexican food but that didn't look too bad.
All too soon it came time to leave and we started to gather outside. Several if needed to gas up. Dave fired up and he knew where the gas was so I figured I'd better follow him. As we filled up several others rolled into the gas station, but John was nowhere to be found. Several of us expressed some concern for his well being Dave decided to so launch off in search of him. We waited and soon they rolled in and all was well. We set off retracing our steps on the way to Salina. Eventually we found our way to I 135 and jumped onto the fast track. After a quick leg stretcher at the rest stop it was back on the road. We parted ways at 'shilling road and I pressed home to Leo and Fritz who by this time were sure they were being abandoned.
The towns represented were.
Salina
Hutchinson
Denmark
Canton
Culver
Minneaopolis
The bikes attending,
Guzzi
Harley
Honda
Kawasaki
Yamaha