OK… I’ve wanted to chime in on this since Sunday. Now that the cat is out of the bag, you need to hear the rest of the story!
Mauri and I used to ride bikes every morning. This particular day, we rode to The Log Cabin in Carlton and had lunch. Then… we attempted to ride back to Newberg on very full stomachs.
Anyone who has ridden the back roads between Newberg and Carlton know that the roads are not very wide. Apparently the food in my stomach had me riding head down, not really focusing on anything other than pedaling. There was an approaching car coming very quickly toward me and very close to the center line. Mauri recalls that I didn’t even look up or flinch as the driver zoomed by me, narrowly avoiding a head-on bike vs. car collision. I think they call that head’s down attitude a “food coma.”
Fortunately nothing happened. But it is a great story that Mauri and I have laughed about on numerous occasions. And boy, I do miss the burgers at The Log Cabin. That was some good grub!
Looks like it’s Dave Maurer, but I have no idea where it was taken!
Dave Maurer…perhaps out in that place in Carlton I can’t remember the name of….
hey…it’s my cuz!
I think it’s Dave Maurer in his “hair” days at the old A&W root beer place on Hwy 99 Jo
Hmmmm….he looks familiar. Can you give me another hint?
We need another clue Sherry. I’ve analyzed that picture several times, and am more mystified than before… Was it in Newberg?
The brickwork is very rough… Unmatched plates? Rocking horse and cat tablecloth? Canning jar drinking glasses? I’m pretty sure I never ate there.
OK… I’ve wanted to chime in on this since Sunday. Now that the cat is out of the bag, you need to hear the rest of the story!
Mauri and I used to ride bikes every morning. This particular day, we rode to The Log Cabin in Carlton and had lunch. Then… we attempted to ride back to Newberg on very full stomachs.
Anyone who has ridden the back roads between Newberg and Carlton know that the roads are not very wide. Apparently the food in my stomach had me riding head down, not really focusing on anything other than pedaling. There was an approaching car coming very quickly toward me and very close to the center line. Mauri recalls that I didn’t even look up or flinch as the driver zoomed by me, narrowly avoiding a head-on bike vs. car collision. I think they call that head’s down attitude a “food coma.”
Fortunately nothing happened. But it is a great story that Mauri and I have laughed about on numerous occasions. And boy, I do miss the burgers at The Log Cabin. That was some good grub!