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Before we roam to riveting writings on Ozzy, (before he exited stage left, did he hit the stage on a Harley like Halford), we’ll talk about music and more in the form of regional motorcycle rallies, then and now. Call them rides or runs if you like, but they all seem to end up at The GasLite in Ellsworth. Music and more motorcycles. Read on …

The cycles will now be silent, for now, like our beloved metal musician, at least at a longtime charitable event and its run and roar. Kickstands meet guitars.

But keep irons up and smiles on, as there will be more kickstands up in other forms coming up! So no spokes in your pedals.

— Camping is now upon on, and it is not yet the winter kind, but maybe halfway. Or 60/40. Or (temps falling) in reverse. A leaf was seen to drop, like completing a touchdown pass, to finalize an endless cycle. The sign said it: Football weather is here. As halfway into the season. And I saw for the first time in a long time, heat before and after us, sweatshirts being worn. And that was at the usual Wisconsin barometer, shortly before liquor stores time to close. —

Billed as the 10th (and final) annual Alzheimer’s Motorcycle Ride on June 14, that is 2025, this one started at No Name Saloon in Prescott and ended, as is often the case for rallies since there is woods-lined camping available on 17 acres, at the GasLite Bar and Grill near Ellsworth, and is noteworthy for including live music from country stalwarts Austin Healy amidst drawings and a cash bar. Another fifth-annual run came in mid-July, sponsored by Bikers Against Teen Suicide.

But now, in August and onward, such rallies again resurface. There is Scotty’s Run for Vets on Aug. 16, with tunes, fit for even a farewell, by Hero’s End, but you don’t have to wait that long.

So now I’ll stop meandering, like cycles on a winding and secluded rustic road, as the motorcycles will get their motors running with a featured band or two, and it’s beyond Motorhead.

Its the 3rd annual TRIMBELLE DAYS at the GasLite, as it’s set on that creek, from Aug. 1-3, with Saturday tractor pull and music from Eddie’s Acoustic Solo Act at the outdoor bar from 1-4 p.m., and Rock Godz, this time on the indoor stage, until near midnight.

Sunday brings the UTV Ride at 11 a.m. with the round-trip itinerary clocking in at approximately 106 miles across the rustic trails near Maiden Rock (weather permitting), over to Twisted Sisters Saloon, Arkansaw, repeating over to the Rec Hall & Ree Pete’s, Arkansaw, Eau Galle Saloon, Exile Bar and The Honey Hole, Beldenville.

And for a whole ‘nother post, if you skip down over one, a whole lot more on music, this time about Ozzy.

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