Tuesday morning Randall and I drove the bikes out to Highway 23 to unload, just can't get excited about riding on Interstate for 60 miles. It was 50 degrees and the first hour of the ride, at 65 mph, your face isn't numb from the cold, you just wished it was. That would soon change and before long we were pulling clothes off faster than a $2 hooker. About 5 hours into the ride we were officially lost (it's not a real ride until you're lost) but soon we found our way out to where we needed to be. Okay, it was more like blind luck, but we accidently stumbled onto the forest road we were looking for.
We rode up to Bull Shoals and took the ferry across the lake. Once on the other side of the lake we rode up into Missouri. On the way back Wednesday morning, I ran out of gas topping a hill and pulled to the side of the road. I laid my bike all of the way down to let what little gas on the right side of the tank over to the left side where the petcock is. Randall did the same even though he was not out yet. I had enough gas to make it, at most, 2 miles. I got my bike started and we took off and ... we were one tenth of a mile from a gas station. On the way back we tracked down an old fire tower the US Forest Service no longer uses. It was a brutal climb up the mountain since they no longer keep the road up after closing the tower. The steep, rocky, rutted out climb to the tower was also one of the highlights of the trip for me.
Most of us with RA tend to overdo it when we feel good. I usually always pay for overdoing it, as I am now, but I am also smiling. While my RA was not a problem child on the trip, by the time we got to the hotel room at the end of the first day, I could barely walk. We had left at 8:30 am, stopped to eat breakfast, again to fill up with gas and a third time to check the maps while we were lost, and arrived at the hotel at 7:15 pm. That means a solid 9 to 10 hours on the bikes. My hands, hips, knees and right shoulder were all hurting pretty bad along with my feet. But I am not one to just sit back and let this disease tell me what I can and can't do.
It is hard for me to give up things, RA has forced me to give up so much already, but I am coming to the conclusion that I may have to sell my KTM soon. It is absolutely awesome, light weight, great handling, superior suspension and just tons of raw horsepower but it also has a lot of vibration and a seat height that prevents me from being able to get on or off without finding an elevated step or someplace to lean the handlebar against while I get on and off of it. I hate to admit it but I am thinking of a KLR650 or maybe a XR650 with lowering links. I'm bummed even thinking about it but I will keep on riding something.
Hope you enjoy some of the photos from the ride.
At 65 mph, the camera doesn't focus very well
Old school house in a small community we rode through
You know me, I love iron truss bridges
Riding next to bluffs on Big Piney Creek
More bluffs on Big Piney Creek
And yet, more bluffs on Big Piney Creek
Abandoned rock building in Deer, Arkansas
Bluffs along the Buffalo National River
Our bikes riding the ferry across Bull Shoals Lake
One lake, one ferry and 4 moron's shadows
Just outside the restaurant where we ate breakfast Wednesday
Train trestle just outside of Yellville
Possibly the worlds smallest post office
Forest road somewhere between point A and B
An endangered species ... the wooden barn
10 miles into the ride, still had happy butts (not hurting yet)
100 miles south of us everything was so green and lush
Made a pit stop to pull some clothes off after it warmed up
Not often you see a bear warning sign in Arkansas.
Okay, this is the first one I've ever seen. I've seen
several bear, just not a bear warning sign before.
Okay, this is the first one I've ever seen. I've seen
several bear, just not a bear warning sign before.
































