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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by rtwdoug, Aug 8, 2013.
Nice rockin some Ozzy on the trail!
A horse, a horse !
My Kingdom for some ground clearance !
Outstanding I can't wait till you get to Colorado.
"Elmer hon, there's some longhair out on the driveway with a Army motorscooter and he's wearing a helmet with a confederate flag on it." "What should I do?"
"Turn the Rottweiler loose Gladys, Ol' Buck knows how to handle this."
HAAAAA!!! you dabbed.
Now here's my version of events.
I met Doug and Brian at the casino just across the river from Helena, Arkansas. I'd also contacted an inmate who lives in Helena. Gregg is an expert on the history of the area. I thought he'd be a good addition to the group.
I got a picture as Doug crossed the Mississippi River into Arkansas. Gregg told us this is the last remaining two-lane bridge over the Lower Mississippi.
Gregg and Brian followed behind.
As we rode along "Old Little Rock Road" (what a great name!) a pickup truck flagged down Doug. I thought something was wrong.
Turns out it was an Al from ADVrider who'd been following along Doug's travels and was waiting for him to arrive. We followed him up to what Doug described as the first sign, stop, or anything resembling a marker for the TAT.
I'm not sure which one of the guys owns the building, but it was filled with a bunch of cool stuff to look at. And a small fridge with a sign offering cold water to TAT riders.
Doug signed the logbook.
Gregg was only riding with us for a couple hours, and he'd be turning back home soon. I got a picture of him and Doug with their bikes.
Gregg followed behind Doug for a few miles.
Seemed like every road we rode was being worked on.
Typical Doug cemetery break. What I don't understand is how Doug's bike gets so dusty! He's in the lead. Brian and I ate his dust all day long, but when we stopped, it was Doug's bike that's covered.
At least this road wasn't too dusty.
Doug had a small repair to make, so we stopped at an auto parts store.
And Brian added some oil.
How could I pass up this shot?
For once the road wasn't dusty.
We found a break in the TAT. Brian skirted the berm, but he said there was a deep ravine with no bridge.
We stopped here to get a rest from the deep gravel and dust.
Yeah, that's a jet ski. Where do they go?
We rode into Beebe (Bee-Bee) Arkansas. My bike had been having trouble starting the last few times. We figured out it was the clutch safety switch. The first of several electrical problems. Doug pulled out a rusty wire cutters and fixed it. The dust was wreaking havoc on our stuff. Brian's GPS and my phone had also stopped charging.
We got a cheap room and parked under the canopy to get ready for the next day.
Another one of rtwdoug's adventures? Hell, how could I not subscribe - his little sojourns are part of the reason I started lurking here in the first place.
That wasn't rust.
that was Patina.
Next time someone says my KLR is a pig in dirt...I'm going to show them this video.
Great look on Doug's face in the satan sucks picture! What was the guy saying?
Taming of the TAT
Whoever is troubled by insomnia should take his/her cue from that video.
Road Patina that's the stuff that makes my tool kit (A Big Hammer, Crescent Wrench, Vice grips, Baling Wire and Screw drivers) so valuable.
My guess is they were discussing the devil emblem on Dougs front fender thumbing his nose at the world
absolutely brain dead idea... riding a 550 Honda on the TAT.... with bags and a windJammer to boot.... but that's what made it perfect.
Doug had sold me this 1975 Honda 550 about 5 yrs ago... How could I not go for a ride on the dirt.
Now you might accuse me of selecting the easiest portion of the Trail... but I just had a small window of opportunity between when Doug came by Alabama and I came home from Bonneville.... SO timing was what it was.. a Very small window of opportunity and Doug's grace to wait a day for me in Pryor Oklahoma at John's Place...
I'll let Doug catch up to us before adding my two cents... but simply stated it was an incredible experience, well worth the 1600 miles in the truck for a simple 400miles on the bike... ( I never trailer my junk... but sometimes circumstances be what they is... )....
Life is Good... Great stuff....
Love the Vid. And, I thought I was working on the KLR doing that section in 2000 for the 1st time. Sheesh! My hat is off to you guys. Can't wait to see the Colorado section now.
By the looks of the spotwalla he has made the zig zag climb out of NM and is in CO.
Are you going up Hancock Pass?
Should be fun!
Holy cow! He was just in Arkansas a few days ago. Must be easy-going through Oklahoma.
While Doug's busy doing whatever it is he does, I'll keep the report going... Day 7 (I think). From Beebe to Ozone, AR.
In the morning, I walked for a biscuit and éclair. The other two goofballs ate fast food. Hey, to each his own.
Another cemetery break.
I like bridges, and so does, apparently, Doug and Brian.
We had one moderate water crossing. Doug likes to take them fast to reduce the chance of getting bogged down.
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We stopped in Scotland. All of us were fascinated by the town.
And the two ladies who worked in the store. Somehow I neglected to get a picture of the cute one. I think that was Brian's responsibility. They all thought the TAT was pretty cool and regaled stories of travelers from all over the world passing through Scotland, a town of 538 people, though it seemed like a lot less than that.
I sure wished this place had been open. Doug needs a shearing.
We got on the road and soon the terrain got rocky and steep. I had trouble with this climb. My tire was spinning and when I'd stop my bike would slide backward down the hill.
Some careful clutch burning and a few minutes and I safely made it up the hill. Doug was headed back on foot to make sure I was ok.
A scenic stop at the top.
I smacked this rut pretty hard. I stopped to make sure I didn't break something on the bike.
And Doug found a friend. Yeah, we made all the ten-foot-pole jokes.
Another stop at the top.
The gang on the narrow road.
We were hoping to eat dinner in Oark, but it was clear we wouldn't make it. We headed south on highway 21 toward Clarksville when we came up on this place, still open late with the full moon in the distance.
We carried dinner up the road to a forest campground.
As we made camp, Brian commented that the last time he'd slept in a tent was when he was about 10.