Went off to do some laundry at a coin wash. FYI, never bring any detergents or anything. they always have some there in small towns. $1.75 a wash and $0.50 for a scoop of soap the owner gives you.
While i waited for the wash, I did what this trip is all about. I put some stickers on the bike. heh.
|I hope the American flag will save my life in the future. thanks for the reminder |Doug :)|
|Michigan (UP), Missouri and Oklahoma. I couldn't find any for Wisconsin or Illinois. At least i got the Packers on there.|
|The Rock Cafe along route 66 in Stroud. established in 1939. neato.|
|neat little joint|
|breakfast is served. no toast tho. odd. no cream for the coffee too. another oddity I'm sure will repeat itself. apple smoked bacon was delicious! egg yolks and hash browns are awesome. necessity breeds invention. i call it sloppy hash.|
|What a hottie. The girl was cute too. lol|
I'm putting a link (to the right, to the right) to small versions of some of select pictures, the ones i used for the blog and the ones i didn't. I can't upload them all or else i'd be at ~400 pictures. heh.
I was having a nice ride, not even thinking about what i should see and just rode. It was a nice beautiful sunny day with light winds. I kept an eye out for anything of interest and i whipped by a motorcycle museum. This place was phenomenal for a small museum.
I took a bunch of pictures, many didn't turn out right as my batteries were dying. Here's a few of interest.
|1979 Tiumph Bonneville 750cc. in the original crate. never opened. PRICELESS.|
Man buys a warehouse that collapsed. Finds a room in the rubble untouched with many motorcycles in it with thick dust. He seals it back up for a later time. Seems he forgot about it, passed away, his wife passed away and it the building went up for auction. Someone else buys the warehouse and JACKPOT. finds a bunch of bikes, still in their crates, with about an inch of dust on it all. Amazing find.
|1913 Pope. 1000cc twin (also came in the 500cc single). It's top speed was 100mph and had no brakes. you think i'm crazy? my bike's top speed is 93mph and i have two disc brakes.|
|1959 BSA 650 twin hill climber.|
|various cool bikes|
|faster than mine|
Onward with loot in hand and in a good mood, i headed west
|The Round Barn|
|i suspect an air-raid or tornado warning horn.|
|very big. see the Semi parked at the pumps below and to the left? very big.|
Got to Oklahoma city and pretty much ran through it. I hate cities of this size, but it seems nice enough. Finally found a Starbucks and asked the barista why all of the starbucks seemed closed. Seems that they all closed last year. damn GPS has info on it from 2008. arg.
took the interstate and at some point the winds were really starting to pick up like they were in Wisconsin. I was getting really annoyed since i was on some interstate at that point and saw a sign for historic 66, hopefully getting some relief from the dangerous crosswinds.
|Route 66 ahead|
|route 66 behind me. i'm a happy man... for now|
I stoped at a picnic area for some snacks i had picked up
I decided to hit the interstate, hoping the wind died down a little. I think it was actually a little worse.
At this point, i made a choice. Either i was going to let the wind kick my ass and win, or i was going to defeat it. I think i went a little insane as i let loose a gutteral scream into my helmet and yelled "i'm going to make you my bitch, wind"
so i planted my feet firmly on the pegs, knees to the tank like it's holding a money bag, gripped the bars hard and pushed forward with both and relaxed the rest of my body. I did the same with my mind. I had to be in the zone for this shit. I bet it's what it feels like during races... seriously.
Nothing was scarier nor as calming to me as riding today. 3 times while passing trucks i rode the outside yellow line, wobbling like some 80s toy. heh. They weeble, they wobble, but they just don't fall down.
Womper 4, Wind 0... screw you bitch.
I really wanted to get to the national route 66 museum. got there just in time for... closure. got there at 4:55pm and they closed at 5. dammit.
It's run by Harley and Annabelle "The Mediocre Music Makers". Great folks!
When i walked in someone spoke loudly "Who ass just came in that i have to kick!"
Dull witted i am, i replied with "My boots are bigger" and i sat down and started to chat.
These people are great. Harley says he's a pack rat. I say he's a Historian of Americana. the place is jammed packed with all sorts of history. it's not junk, this stuff is awesome!
|pure awesome. i could spend hours here|
|Annabelle and I with Their favorite sign. This shield was all sorts of awesome.|
|Outside the shop with Annabelle and 66 signs. how cool is that?? Harley didn't want to be in pictures, so he snapped them off for me :)|
I left them a small donation. totally worth it.
|Harley's and Annabelle's Redneck Castle|
They were sorry they had to kick me out since the grocery store was closing, but no matter... I felt great leaving there. It's good to find people doing what they love. I admire people like that.
Harley said i should be able to hit a mom and pop motel in McLean Texas (i think that's what he said) and i should be able to get to it before sundown. I headed down the road to the gas station as i was running on empty. actually i had a gallon left. Took the interstate and for some unknown reason, there was no wind at all. WTF? not an hour ago it was brutal, now nothing. oh well.
|Mirror got in the way of the "Welcome to Texas" sign|
|just a relaxxing ride in texas, smooth pavement, no winds, 85 mph and good tunes.|
|how cool am i now? heh|
The owner's built in alarm alerted her to my presence. I spotted them. Two little chihuahuas.heh.
She suggested some places it could eat; a pizza join and stuff, or the Red River Steakhouse. when in Texas...
I ordered the Cowboy Steak. I didn't think a 12oz steak would do me in. boy i was wrong.
|fresh salad, warm bread and butter and crackers with my Dr. Pepper.|
|12oz ribeye (cowboy) with steams veggies. both cooked to perfection|
|a small dent, but i was so stuffed.|
|Absolutely FANTASTIC. i could have eaten a few more of those, they were that good.|