I left at 7am on Saturday. It's late July so I went out with a t-shirt and a mesh riding jacket. Within 10 miles or so, I realized I had made a mistake. The temp was hovering around 60 degrees. It was overcast and I was freezing my ass off. But I thought it would burn off and I would warm up fast. So I toughed it out….just waiting for the thaw. No such luck. By mile 100, I had made a pass through Nevada, MO, looking for any open thrift stores. At a gas station, I stuffed my coat (mostly the arms) with paper towels from the bathroom. This impromptu insulation (a trick John taught me) helped a little, but it didn't solve the problem. I caught myself scanning the side of the highway for exploded luggage.….perhaps I could scavenge a shirt for myself the way vultures clean up roadkill. I didn't want to go into a Wal-Mart because I had my tank bag with me. I was even considering propositioning summer travelers for spare clothing - with the promise of returning the item by mail on Monday morning. I kept thinking, "This is Saturday; surely someone will be having a yard sale once I get off the highway." I was happy as a clam when I rounded the corner in Sarcoxie, MO and spied this little oasis.
I bought the first thing I laid hands on, which took all of ten seconds to locate. The lady only wanted a quarter for the long sleeve shirt I picked out. But I gave her a dollar and told her it was worth way more than 25 cents to me. I jokingly asked her if it cost a hundred dollars. She clearly didn't understand the law of supply and demand. I exposed my bare chest to her for a dollar, and then I was back on the road.
This time I went through Kingston, Ponca, Mt Sherman, Low Gap (where I hit that deer), Jasper and then to Mt Judea. I did the phenomenal part of 123 that we all love. But then I took the lower leg of 123 as well. I had to turn around and come back since that's the opposite direction of Mountain View. But that gave me the chance to hit it in both directions. Then 16 over to Marshall. I took 27 to Harriet and then on to Mountain View. We bypass 27 most times, but that is one kick ass stretch of road. I think we quit taking that route because of all the logging trucks, but it has been resurfaced and is quite the roller coaster. I took a handful of roads this time that I haven't taken in a while and I was pleasantly surprised by each one. It added some nice variety. I even hit Push Mountain Road before I arrived at Jack's Resort for dinner. Hush puppies with tartar sauce, pinto beans, and a baked potato. $4 for dinner.
I checked in at the Dogwood motel by 7:30pm. 525 miles for the first day. I took a shower and then headed to the town square at around 9pm. I took in a few hours of wonderful bluegrass and folk music. Great music as always. Quite a big turnout. I left close to midnight and I spotted this small group of folks still going at it. There was a young girl all of probably 9 years old singing Bill Monroe's "Blue Moon Over Kentucky". What a sight…..on a lonesome Arkansas street corner at midnight on Saturday night. Doesn't get much better than that.
Sunday was more of the same. I had to hit hwy9 before I left town. Then up 14 to Push Mountain Road for another up and down pass. Then on to Yellville. At this point, I know the ferry boat schedule, so I planned my arrival accordingly. That's where I got that nice pic of my bike with Bull Shoals lake in the background. I boarded the ferry boat with a full length camper. That was a first. He took up the whole length of the right side of the ferry. I talked for a while to the guy pulling the camper. Nice fella. We impressed each other with our complete and thorough knowledge of every town and road in that area. I passed him half an hour later in a corner on 125. I could see through the corner, but I'm sure I looked like a total squid coming around him in a sweeper, leaned over, with my hand raised in a friendly wave. Speaking of passes, I have decided that passes are most enjoyable when you don't have to slow down at all for them. In other words, if you're hauling balls (correction - hauling ball) and you come up on a driver and you overtake them at your current speed (fast) without ever having to break or even really accelerate…..those are the nice ones. I made a couple of those on 125. Timing has to be just right, but it's fun when it works out that way.
The rest of Sunday was pretty much just getting home. the last 160 or so miles is just slab. I stopped at an old abandoned building in Chadwick and happened to luck up and find some nice ripe blackberries. That was a unique treat. It's fun when you can tear up the corners and put down a lot of miles, but you still find time to stop and pick some blackberries along the way.
About 80 miles from KC, I stopped at Taco Bell for an early dinner. Mental acuity begins to lag by that point in the weekend and it's nice to stop and recoup and wait for a second wind. That's where I took this cool pic of my hand. I wanted to document how my throttle hand blisters are becoming calluses. But then I realized that I could see the blurred image of my Rex in the background and I liked the photo even more.
I finished out the weekend with about 950 miles done. I was home by 6:30pm Sunday evening. There is no moral to this story. I like riding and I had a free weekend. Joe B gave me some sound advice when I told him I was considering going back to Arkansas this weekend: "Do it."
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