Two and a half days...926 Miles... and One Tired ass.

A few years ago my sister in law asked if I had ever been on a bike trip where I did not have to deal with rain.  I thought about it I would come up with a no answer.     This small escape would be  different, and even though the potential was there the last day, the Wooly man listened to me on how to lace through the storms and it paid off.

Day one of this trip was after packing bikes.  And for me it was pack and repack, and get rid of this and damn my Harley's pull  out luggage did not work in my Leather Indian saddle bags, go figure.   It took a couple of hours to find ways for  things to  fit.  Arranging  clothes and stuff in  these bags was  trail and error. After finally getting both of us loaded and gas up it was already after 3 pm and game plan was to ride hard to Rogers Arkansas so two hundred and twenty miles later we find dinner  at the Cracker Barrel and then try to book a room for the night.

  After a good breakfast the next morning we reloaded the bikes and was off to Harley Davidson for Wooly and Indian for Me. We farted around in Rogers and buying our souvenirs we gassed up and headed for the funniest part of motorcycles,  curves and leans and bankies oh my!

  We did twist and turn,  rode east and then south and then north on  county roads. We even found a road  that lead to an old one lane wood bridge.  That when going crossed  the bridge the bridge itself   told you and your bike what plank you would be riding on.

The bossy bridge.

  The squaw handled very impressive in all the paces I was putting her through. Once I came around a nice gentle sweep to find a doe and her yearling waiting to cross the street.  She decided after seeing me on the Squaw to go back the way she had came.  I was glad as I still do not want to end up  road kill. About 2:00 pm  I was getting hungry again and Wooly found a place called T's.  It was bar be que  and I ordered the smoked turkey.  It was a great sandwich, full of smoke flavor and moist, hell it was so good I did not use sauces  on my sandwich.  I did how ever try some on their fries, and preferred the spicy sauce.  It was not to hot on the pallet and had just a kick of spice to wake up the taste buds.

After heading south on 7 for quite a spell we headed back to the east on highway ten to 309.  This was the funniest road we was on all weekend.  Hardly no traffic, it ran up and over Mount Magazine.  Once at the top the view was gorgeous and you could see for miles.

 

From the top of Mount Magizine

After coming out of these roads we headed back east to Fort Smith where we found a small no name hotel to spend the night. Grabbed dinner at the Cracker Barrel and retired to our room for a few  cocktails and a hot shower.

Last day: Get up and pack, by this time I was getting this packing of the Squaw down pat and it was not taking forever to do so.  I ate some cashews for a quick breakfast and handed half the package to Wooly.  I did not want a big breakfast as Wooly has plans to stop for a big lunch.   We load up and head back east so we could ride a few more curves.  And then north up 21 till 412 and back west in to Eureka Springs where we stopped and had lunch at The Rocking Pig Saloon.  I had the Bisson sliders which is a big meal. I did not even eat any of my chips and to be honest would have stopped at one slider but they was to good to go to waste.  Wooly had the loaded sweet potato fries,  and we wash it down with a few brews.

Can you spot the Indian?

From there it was head north on 23 till we hit the Missouri state line where we would head back east to highway71, then 54 over to Fort Smith where we gassed up and took off helmets and then run fast and hard home.
So after a few days almost 1000 miles my but was sore but hey every curve was worth ever minute.