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The morning started at the Waffle Shop and breakfast with Dick Lemmon. I had seen some of Dick's postings on the Modern Vespa Forum and from his short and infrequent posts I figured he was an interesting person and I was right.
We visited for several hours and talked about his past and scooters. He just turned 90 and still rides his scooters. His first 2 wheel he got at the age of 14 and has been on one ever since. He entered the Army Air Corp in 1942 in the flying Sargent program but when he finished flight training they made him an Officer anyway. He was one of the best trained pilots in WW2. As the military tends to do, they sent him to one flight school after another. Several times he was an instructor but after all was said and done though, he never left the U.S. After "they retired him" with 22 years he flew for several non-scheduled airlines. After the airline business he spent many years as a handy man until he decided to just play with his airplanes and 2 wheels. He has sold his last airplane but still has his hanger so he can go out visit his friends that still fly.
We had a great visit, he paid for breakfast, we said our goodbyes. He had trouble getting up from the booth like many his age but he hopped on his scooter with no problem. He says his fear is falling over as he would never get back up. He is a great guy and well worth the stop.
Since Dick had the handicap sticker I parked in the blue place with him
I pointed Big Red east on Highway 50, "the lonelist highway"/ Lincoln Highway/Austin Highway and we roared into the hills. It started as a freeway and changed to just four lanes and out of Fallon, NV to a two lane.
Off at a snail's pace
Springs brings lots of these.
During our short visit he told me all the "dumbass" stories of the day and it was only 10.
The home of the evening is Cold Springs Station Motel. It is not even on google maps. I learned last time through here to prearrange a room. There are not many to be had and though there are few tourist there are lots of maintenance people for highways to oil wells to power lines looking for the few rooms. Dedee and I exchanged phone calls all day until she found a driller that had his work days mixed up and I got one of the six rooms.
