So, Where am I?
I APOLOGIZE: THIS POST IS OUT OF ORDER. IT BELONGS BEFORE THE WILLIE NELSON ENTRY. I RETURNED HOME THEN WENT BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN.
After arriving home to everyone's surprise, I began to assess my options. The object of this drill was to position a bike up north to ride with Emily over the summer. Did it have to be the R80ST? or could it be the G/S. Obviously either would do. I had even taken the precaution of reshoe-ing the G/S with Avon Distanzia tires before I left and doing a tune up.
So, after a night in my own bed, I transferred bags and baggage from ST to G/S, and headed up TX287 just twenty-four hours after I'd come down it.
I left in the afternoon of the 7th, with the intent of getting up past Wichita Falls and then spending the night at one of two TX SP's, winding up just south of Quanah at Copper Breaks SP, which has a nice little 10acre lake and lots of campsites. It is 10 miles south of the road, so you have to know it's there and plan on it. You won't just fall upon it.
It was Indy Car Race week at TMS, so there was some traffic on 820 and I-35, but not much considering. Phaedrus certainly felt he'd been this way before..... like yesterday. New rule: if you are going to make your destination by dark - fine, press on. However, if you think you are going to bail out, do so while it's still daylight and you can see what you are doing. I could have pitched the night at several camping/rest stops along the way yesterday and saved the 50$.
Copper Breaks is a nice park, except for BUBBA and his family. Jes back that Suburban up into the campsite, set up two big campfires, and break off branches from the trees to hand up a Coleman lantern set for "cook" intensity. Don't forget the dog, which roams free to sniff and pee on the tents of others. Oh, I hope they don't drink and yodel all night long.
After a shower I came back to the sound of frogs in the lake, lightning bugs blinking and hard country & western from the Suburban's tape-deck. Hard like Hank SR. Well, earplugs and some scotch should work, just please let them be thoughtful enough to wake me up when the wind (still 20mph) takes a spark into the woods and starts the fire.
Like a (good) pilot, I assessed the bike in New Mexico and made a conservative decision. Very conservative. But - if it'd crapped out in the mountains, with Emily, that'd been very bad. Mighta made it further, maybe not. Now it's home and I'm on a 'good' bike and nearly back on track.
We'll see.
After arriving home to everyone's surprise, I began to assess my options. The object of this drill was to position a bike up north to ride with Emily over the summer. Did it have to be the R80ST? or could it be the G/S. Obviously either would do. I had even taken the precaution of reshoe-ing the G/S with Avon Distanzia tires before I left and doing a tune up.
So, after a night in my own bed, I transferred bags and baggage from ST to G/S, and headed up TX287 just twenty-four hours after I'd come down it.
I left in the afternoon of the 7th, with the intent of getting up past Wichita Falls and then spending the night at one of two TX SP's, winding up just south of Quanah at Copper Breaks SP, which has a nice little 10acre lake and lots of campsites. It is 10 miles south of the road, so you have to know it's there and plan on it. You won't just fall upon it.
It was Indy Car Race week at TMS, so there was some traffic on 820 and I-35, but not much considering. Phaedrus certainly felt he'd been this way before..... like yesterday. New rule: if you are going to make your destination by dark - fine, press on. However, if you think you are going to bail out, do so while it's still daylight and you can see what you are doing. I could have pitched the night at several camping/rest stops along the way yesterday and saved the 50$.
Copper Breaks is a nice park, except for BUBBA and his family. Jes back that Suburban up into the campsite, set up two big campfires, and break off branches from the trees to hand up a Coleman lantern set for "cook" intensity. Don't forget the dog, which roams free to sniff and pee on the tents of others. Oh, I hope they don't drink and yodel all night long.
After a shower I came back to the sound of frogs in the lake, lightning bugs blinking and hard country & western from the Suburban's tape-deck. Hard like Hank SR. Well, earplugs and some scotch should work, just please let them be thoughtful enough to wake me up when the wind (still 20mph) takes a spark into the woods and starts the fire.
Like a (good) pilot, I assessed the bike in New Mexico and made a conservative decision. Very conservative. But - if it'd crapped out in the mountains, with Emily, that'd been very bad. Mighta made it further, maybe not. Now it's home and I'm on a 'good' bike and nearly back on track.
We'll see.
posted by Randy Masters at 12:55 PM
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