Gas caps and grandfathers

Trip Start Jun 16, 2012
Trip End Jun 23, 2012

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Monday, June 18, 2012

I woke up in Augusta on Monday morning feeling somewhat refreshed.  The previous day's 600+ miles and turnpike grief had taken its toll, no pun intended.  I had three things to accomplish: I had to get a new gas cap for my FLHT-P, I had to visit the Maine archives to look for info on my grandfather, and I had to get to Calais by nightfall in order to cross into Canada first thing Tuesday morning.

Getting a gas cap meant waiting around in the hotel until places started to open.  I started calling around to the Harley dealerships near Augusta.  The closest one wasn't sure if they had a gas cap or not and suggested I call L-A HD in Lewiston, ME which was about 30 miles from the hotel.  I called L-A HD and they assured me they had a gas cap for me.  Going to get it meant losing at least an hour, probably more which meant I wouldn't get to the archives until lunch and basically make me late the rest of the day.  That will teach me not to leave gas caps laying around.

I checked out of the hotel, checked over the bike and got gas, then headed down to the dealership via ME-11/US-202. The weather was cold, gray and dreary. The dealership had my gas cap and charged me about $15. I quickly put it on and headed back to Augusta to the archives.

I arrived at the Maine state capitol complex about 11:30.  The weather had cleared and the sun was shining bright.  I parked the bike and walked into the state archives building.  Unfortunately, my efforts to get more info on my grandfather were in vain.  The folks at the archives were very helpful and ran and number of searches for me on different databases but we could not find any info on my grandfather.  I made a bunch of calls back home to my dad and my aunts, trying to get any tidbits of info they might have on him.  However, he had died when they were all very young.  My dad, the oldest, was only 10 years old when his father died and the family had never thought to ask my grandmother for info before she died as well.  Note to self: learn as much about your family history as possible when you can because you might regret not knowing the info later.

I was disappointed but not surprised that I couldn't find any additional information.  I headed back out to the bike and got ready to make the run to Calais where I had a reservation at the International Motel.  Earlier that morning in the hotel I had decided to take Route 1 up the coast of Maine rather than the I-95 freeway in order to relax and get some scenery, so I left the state capitol and archives complex and headed east on ME-3 for Belfast, ME where I would pick up US-1 and make the run along the coast into Calais.
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