You’re not lost, it’s just a road you haven’t ridden yet!!!
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Friday, March 25, 2016
Helmet Laws

I’ve been flying down Route 60 for about 30/40 minutes, enjoying the sun, warm breeze, and the increasing curves. Next thing I know, I hear that dreadful sound coming up behind me, yes he’s behind me lights a flashing. I pull to the side, put the stand down, shut her off, put my hands to my side and wait. He catches me off guard by not asking if I know why he pulled me over. He looks at me says “I clocked you at 87 mph in a 65 mph, I paced you at 78 mph in a 65 mph. But the main reason I pulled you over is we have Helmet Laws here!”

After some time, he returns with his clipboard which is never a good sign. He starts with a question, “Where are you riding from?” I tell him about getting laid off while working in Montana and deciding to see the country instead of being snowed in a hotel in Montana. He says “Riding is a much better place,” then he says “This is what I did, I only gave you a ticket for 5 mph over but I couldn’t let you off on the helmet ticket, but don’t worry, it’s only $15 and does not carry any points.” I gave him a Ride With Dirk card so he could keep up with my travels, he said he would be glad to follow. It was at this point I remember how I ended up in Missouri without a helmet. I told him about my hearing of a great road to ride and changing direction to ride said road. He gives a small chuckle, nod of the head, and walks back to his car.
After crossing into Arkansas, I stop at the first gas station to remove the helmet and top off the tank. As I’m filling, I realize that there are motorcycles everywhere, including the three that just pulling into the pumps. I put the cap on the tank and walk around the pumps to the first couple that pull in. It being Friday, I ask if there is a rally in town this weekend. He and his woman look up in shock. He asks “You're not in town for BBB?” I ask “What’s that?” They look at each other as he says “It’s Bikes, Blues, and BBQ.” I tell them I’ve just been riding across country. Now the rest of their group walk over to us, he tells them that I just happened across the rally, to their chagrin. I start questioning the best roads to ride in the area, without a doubt the consensus was Route 123. They say locals call it the Arkansas Tail of the Dragon. Having completed it now, I would definitely say a great road worth the drive. It even has a couple of surprising 15 mph turns that could catch you off guard if you’re not paying complete attention.

They start heading to their bikes as I finish my ice cream. I walk over, climb on mine and ride over to where they are parked, she says “I didn’t know you were on a bike.” I ask “What did you think I was going to do, follow you in a pickup truck?” she shrugs her shoulders. As they gather, we have the talker Debbie and her husband Wade. From there, it’s Rick and Astrid, Pam, David and they’re still looking for Max. Finally, Max strolls out of the gas station getting in line. They roll out with me bringing up the tail, 30 minutes later and one wrong turn, we arrive at the bar. As we put the stands down Debbie starts going over how they have become plus one.
We walk into the bar, finding it is just opening, after some confusion
on the bartender’s part we get drinks. From there, we gather and they start telling me about their trip from Texas so far. After a couple of drinks, they decide it’s time to go for a ride, so I decide to hang with them for a while. They spent the rest of the day showing me their favorite roads. As we rode through the Ozark Mountains, changing positions, passing back and forth, talking as we rode, the day turned to night. Finding us in Eureka Springs, sitting at the Cathouse, having a few drinks, eating dinner and laughing about the day. It’s at this point I realize I don’t have a place to stay on BBB weekend and it might not be easy. I pull out the phone doing a search, I find one down the street taking it for the rest of the weekend. Turns out part of the gang is staying there. After more stories and some cold ones, we head inside for some long awaited blues. The band is Katy Guillen & the girls, three young ladies with some of their own songs and kick ass renditions of the classic blues. As the night wears on I realize I have made a lifelong friendship.
on the bartender’s part we get drinks. From there, we gather and they start telling me about their trip from Texas so far. After a couple of drinks, they decide it’s time to go for a ride, so I decide to hang with them for a while. They spent the rest of the day showing me their favorite roads. As we rode through the Ozark Mountains, changing positions, passing back and forth, talking as we rode, the day turned to night. Finding us in Eureka Springs, sitting at the Cathouse, having a few drinks, eating dinner and laughing about the day. It’s at this point I realize I don’t have a place to stay on BBB weekend and it might not be easy. I pull out the phone doing a search, I find one down the street taking it for the rest of the weekend. Turns out part of the gang is staying there. After more stories and some cold ones, we head inside for some long awaited blues. The band is Katy Guillen & the girls, three young ladies with some of their own songs and kick ass renditions of the classic blues. As the night wears on I realize I have made a lifelong friendship.
See the video from the ride by clicking here......
Or you can watch the faster ride with just the guys.....
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Location:
Eureka Springs, AR, USA
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Daytona Bike Week
Getting Back on the Road!!!
Daytona Bound
If you will be in Daytona or the area give me a shout-out
Okay if you don't want to push play than read. (Never mind the video won't even play, so click here to link to my Tweet or read on). I'm packing the bike and heading East to Daytona Bike Week. Than I'll be heading to points north. I want to meet and hang out with as many of my followers and or the people I follow as I can. So if you'd like to hang give me a shout.
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Location:
Boise, ID, USA
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Open Your Eyes
Open Your Eyes

I finish packing my gear into the touring pack and walk over towards the guys. One is in his early 20’s, just shy of 6’ tall, with dark blonde hair and around 185 lbs. the other is much shorter, he’s maybe 5’6” tall, with black hair, both are dressed for the previously bad weather. The taller one is riding the bike, ‘shorty’ is the passenger.

The rider says “We rode across Quebec, Ontario, Manitoba, Saskatchewan, Alberta, British Columbia, before dropping into Washington, and Oregon.” Shorty says they have already ridden almost 10,000 kl since they hit the states. I say “You both rode that 650 all across Canada and the Canadian Rockies?” I look over at them standing with giant smiles, heads shaking up and down like a couple of bobblehead dolls.
I give them giant kudos for the ride so far, they’re pretty much doing the same as me. They have a few friends and family on the ride they want to see. Other than that, they are just riding, the only real difference is they have to get back to Montreal for their return flight. We each pull out our Atlas, I start giving them some of the best places, in my opinion so far. We agree the Grand Canyon, and Horseshoe Bend. Then I suggested Zion National Park, Moab/Arches National Park, Mesa Verde Cliff Dwelling, and Million Dollar Highway. From there they wanted to head down to New Orleans, I suggest San Antonio and the River Walk on the way. Equipped with newly highlighted sights to see along the way we exchanged Instagram pages.
We each tell a few more lies from the road and we take a few pictures for prosperity before they start packing for the next leg of the ride. Once the backpacks are on, they climb on the bike, now I truly stand there in awe. That bike carried near 600 lbs. all the way through Canada and across the Rockies already.
Over the next month we followed each other’s progress, I saw their pictures from key spots, San Francisco, Vegas, Grand Canyon, Moab, Four Corners, Austin, New Orleans, Key West, Washington DC, and New York City. Upon reaching Montreal they sold the old 650 with only a two day $500 repair and an additions 21,000 kl. on the odometer.
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Grand Canyon,
Horseshoe Bend,
Mesa Verde Cliff Dwelling,
Million Dollar Highway,
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National Park,
New Orleans,
PCH 1,
River Walk,
San Antonio,
Zion National Park
Location:
Eureka, CA, USA
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
Step It Up
Step
It Up
It’s a cool day in late September as
I ride up Interstate 35 in Oklahoma for the third time in 24 hours. But now the
bike has fresh fluids and the stripped screws on the derby cover have been
replaced with new ones. Thanks goes out to the club for the help, I’d still be
stuck without their help. It’s only 5 hours after I thought I’d be on the road,
but with the late start, the cobwebs are beginning to subside, another thanks
goes out to the club.
As I get to
the little town of Tonkawa near the border of Kansas, I decide it’s time for a
very late breakfast. I pull into one of the zombie fast food places that I
normally would have avoided if it wasn’t for the delay. I whip the bike into
the vacant spot in front of the entrance and drop in line behind the rest of
the sheep. As I’m waiting in the stiles, I see the small form of a lady looking
out of the glass into the parking lot. The kid behind the counter calls out an
order breaking her gaze. As she turns, I see that she has a big smile. Her face
has a look of years, but you can tell the years have been great, as I look into
her face, all I see are smile lines.

As I’m
getting my fixings for my sandwich, I see her grabbing some napkins and a
straw. The next thing I realize is that she has walked up to me, she asks if
the bike is mine as she is looking out of the window again. I say “yes
ma’am.” She says with a fondness “Before my husband passed, we rode all
the time.” Before I could say my condolences for the loss of her husband,
she turns and heads back to her table. After I finish prepping my food, I walk
towards the tables, I notice her happily eating her lunch. So I approach her
table asking if she would mind company for lunch, she says “That would be
lovely.”
As I sit, she asks where I’m
traveling to. I tell her that someone I met in Oklahoma City had said
before I leave the state that I should see Alabaster Caverns. She agrees
that since I’m this close, I should definitely make a point to stop. She asks
where I started my ride from. I tell her about getting laid off while
working in Montana and deciding it would be nicer in Daytona Beach, Florida.
Bike week versus stranded in the snow for the rest of the Winter. She agrees
with my decision saying they used to make all of the big rallies. She names off
some of her favorites, Sturgis, BBQ, Daytona, Texas, Laconia, and Myrtle Beach.
Then she asks where my next destination was after Alabaster? I say “No real
destination, I’m riding around the country learning as much of it as possible.
But since I’ve ridden through Oklahoma I had to ride Nebraska completing the
lower 48 states.” She asks how many miles have I ridden so far. I inform
her that so far on this trip I’ve ridden over 30,000 miles. She leans back,
sizing me up and says that I need to step it up. She tells me that for years,
she rode her own bike, but after a time, she realized how much she hated not
being on the back of the bike holding on to the love of her life. Then she gets
a shit-eating grin saying that, since she got back on her husband’s bike alone,
she’s ridden over 700,000 miles.

As we reach
the parking, lot she gives my bike a walk around shaking her head in approval.
I offer her a ride if she wants, she gives her biggest smile lowering her head.
As she raised her head, she says that if she were 20 years younger and single,
she would miss her doctor’s appointment for a ride with me.

As we say our goodbyes she steps in giving me a giant hug, thanking me for the conversation, and walks to her car. As I sit on my bike watching her drive away, I realize how lucky I was to have had problems with the oil change. Spending these brief moments with her is one of the most amazing things in my life.
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