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Discussion in 'Trials' started by AteamNM, Oct 23, 2012.
I like his lunch box and his liquid lunch
I have had time to think about the rear wheel jack issue. A few very cheap and small pulleys (3) would do a lot to lift up the rear. I had a jack at a Ryder site an it was still darn difficult to raise the tire off the ground a half inch. Those are great pics Grizz.
Ha ha Bob. I will be there for the December 2013 event for sure
I am a sadistic twisted mind TrailBoss. I have enjoyed all the ass kickin I get.
Leon will live forever in my memories.
How about an update?
Again thanks for the views. Please say hello. I do tend to get a bit crazy in the head and wonder if any one other than my hommies read this crap.
Lets go back a bit and visit the Ozarks of Arkansas. From Pine Bluff NW up to Fayetteville was epic times 100; a total; huba huba day. Home of the Razorbacks and
what a college backyard to play in. I did a little class 4 canoeing on the Cossatot Wild & Scenic River many years ago and remember how beautiful and remote that
river was. Of course the Buffalo float trip is also a ritual for college kids, really just spectacular riding 2 lane all day.
Over 250 miles riding today and also a small petroleum issue I will talk about later.
The Village of Hot Springs. Very historic and some old money here back in the day.
Stop and rest often. Find a secluded spot, out of site out of mind thing and chill out.
Water and maybe a little dancing.
While chillaxin’ I spotted this partial license plate. When in Rome right? The Razorback matches Jo Jo pretty well.
Hell yea, this was the typical view all day.
I look out at this vista and I think what a church. A religious view, really a cathedral.
Wow Jo Jo, you got a fat ass but your still pretty.
End of the day, always rewarding to be out at dark thirty and ride into this.
At this point I decided to push on into Springdale Arkansas, @30 miles away. The rest is history. Flat tire and a KLR work out. I am still sore in weird places from pushing
and riding Jo Jo into town to the Hindu Hilton.
Oh I almost forgot about the gas issue. So I leave Springdale on Tuesday morning with about a half a tank of gas. I stop at a road cut to check out some killer geology.
I was feeling very strong and did this.
So after a bit of geo speculating, I decided to ride around on the berms and Jo Jo wanted to get some air and ride a bit O’ trials. I motor on west on Highway 7 and
realize my map pouch is MIA! FFFKKK! I turn around and backtrack which I despise to do and go back to the geo quarry. I ride around, I look. Wilson! Wilson
where are you? Then I look down between my head light housing and the light and there it is. Wilson, your back. So I added a micro bungee cord across the head
light supports and Wilson is now secure.
I know, this is getting a bit weird right? My clear map pouch is has a name like my bike. What should I call my nephews water bottle?
So I’m back re riding Highway 7 and motor on through the Village of Hot Springs and from there on it’s just twisty visual Nirvana. iPod music is playing Moody Blues,
Collective Soul and David Grey. I’m just Jonesin’ along, a rubber neck on a ball bearing socket. A happy idiot. Then I start thinking about my mileage. How far to the
next gas station? Lets see, I have ridden about 190 miles on a tank. Do I turn around and go back to Hot Springs? No and hell no. It can’t be that far to the next
gas station right? Then I hear that sputtering sound, it sent a feeling through my body, that oh shit feeling.
Reach down quickly and hit the reserve. I know I have maybe 45 miles or more on reserve but I hate riding like this with no spare fuel. There just has to be a gas
station somewhere along Highway 7. Look at the map, sure, maybe? So as the twisty miles roll on, I’m no longer enjoying the scenery. I’m worried about gas. How
far is it to the next town? Every corner or a break in the trees has me thinking the next turn. Nothing, just trees and trees. Well if I run out of gas, I will make a
sign and stand on the side of the road. Surely someone will have some gas. Not the first time I have begged for gas on this trip. So I’m about 40 miles now since reserve.
Really, is this how the election day ride is gonna go?
Then I spot this.
Happy happy happy. The dispenser was very old, double the price on the meter. 5.3 gallons, I still had .6 gallons left. Wow I was so happy to walk in that old
place and pay for gas. Now at 200 miles I get gas, I hate that feeling. I asked the lady how far to the next gas station? She says about 40 miles. She also said that
she closed the store earlier to go vote. I’m thinking I’m so lucky. Later around 7 PM that night I would realize that I was not that lucky. But then I would have
never met Leon.
See ya on the trail.
It just keeps getting better Tony!!
Lovin' the fall foilage photos! What a beautiful are to ride this time of year. I need to get out that way one of these days!
Shame you have already gone through Springdale. I would have told you to keep an eye out for me ma's car (she lives there). It is easy to spot, it is most likely the only one in NW Arkansas that has an NMTA sticker in the window!
Seriously though, I've ridden around that area for years on my K100RS. Absolutely beautiful scenery and killer roads.
Ida thought you'd get more than 200 miles on a KLR tank, like 300?
Take your time -- big winds and some wet out here on the Mother Road. Tumbleweed just went through the yard. Gonna pull the barbecue into the greenhouse.
Say, you better get some more bungie cords for your BBQ!
Tony, it makes me happy to see that you are taking your time and seeing the sights along the way. I love traveling by motorcycle, but I've had to do so under a tight schedule sometimes and forgotten to look around.
Stay safe, and enjoy yourself.
Love seeing and reading about your trip. It is awesome. I hope to do something very simular to it someday. Im getting lots of ideas from your adventures.
Did you make it???
He`s on a tight schedule, maybe a week or so!
Hang tight...there's more to the story!
I have returned to my house. Went solo looking for storms. Found them. I have lots to say and report. I may provide some bits but the ending is epic. There is a saga to be told. A very hard core finish. One you will never ever predict.
Tony has started the full ride report for this trip in "Ride Reports" now!
Sure he shouldn`t be posting under `garage/mcgyver moments`.