Home again

May 21-23, 2006

The long ride home wasn’t as auspicious as the ride out. Yes, it started out nice and cool and cloudy all right. Plus, I got to have chicken again on the outskirts of OKC.

But then it started. Wind. High wind. Strong wind. Wind blowing at least 60 miles an hour. Across the panhandle. Across New Mexico. It was a bitch of a ride to Albuquerque. I finally got in just before dark, and wandered across the street to Blake’s Lotaburger. Man, those burgers are great! Just like we used to get back in the old days – whatever that means. They’re open for breakfast too! I wandered back to my room and slept like a log.

Early morning turned out great, but the wind picked up again and I was fighting it all the way to Flagstaff. On the positive side, the temps had dropped to 57 degrees, so now I was putting on my jacket to fight the cold and a rainshower. I can’t win.

The wind continued all the way south into Phoenix. My friend Debby found a great room for me at the Papago Best Western on E. McDowell Rd. This is an older Best Western, but it’s not run down. The rooms surround a beautiful treed courtyard, with laundry facilities, a pool and a breakfast-only restaurant. All for $53.00 a night, summer rate. The winter rate is three times that. I wasn’t disappointed.

I did a little laundry and settled in for the night, and later the next day rode over to the Phoenix Art Museum to meet Debby, a friend. The museum is one of those flat, drab, concrete-exterior buildings, although with some construction going on, perhaps that would be improved upon. After a quick lunch in the museum café we wandered around the exhibits and displays, which consisted mostly of paintings and some artifacts.

By 4:30 I was back on the road and headed home via Parker and Route 62.

Tulsa – Part II

Tulsa looks to be a pretty nice place. It’s clean, and seems new.

Bob and his wife met up with me and we proceeded to take a look at Mayfest, Tulsa’s annual street festival. It’s the usual collection of booths and fair material – music events, artwork, drink stands, hot dogs and various and sundry collections. It’s always nice to get out and see how the other half lives, especially the pretty girls in their summer finery. Tulsa is no exception.

Bob didn’t have good luck at the hot dog stand, but that’s another story. I, on the other hand, drank some of the best lemonade I’ve ever tasted.

Following the girl-watching, we went for a drive to see the sights along the Arkansas river. Most of the riverbank has been developed into a park-like setting, with paths for joggers, walkers, bicycling and picnic areas. Fantastic!

A late lunch at the Crow Creek Tavern where we could watch the motorcycles passing by ended the afternoon. I liked the place so much I bought a t-shirt.

En route to Tulsa

May 17-19, 2006

I needed a break, so I took off for Tulsa. It was hot when I started in the early morning darkness, and it got hotter by the hour across Kingman and Gallup and Albuquerque. Gas and go at every stop. Finally, at 800 miles, in Santa Rosa, New Mexico I had enough, and I pulled off for the night. I checked in and hit the sheets and didn’t wake up until 7 the next morning.

Refreshed and fed, I loaded the bike and found the nail in my flat rear tire. I could have plugged it, but I don’t like riding on two wheels with a plugged tire, especially at interstate speeds and in this heat. I checked locally, but there were no independents here. The closest dealer was in Santa Fe. I’ve never been to Santa Fe, but courtesy of Road America and $19.95 a year, I have now. Motorcycle towing packages are sweet, and this was the second time that I’d used mine.

I was back on the road by six in the evening, but only made it as far as Tucumcari. Tucumcari Tonight, as the road signs have said for decades. I didn’t care. It was bedtime for Bonzo one more time. I don’t like riding at night any more. Reaction time and eyesight diminish with age, and slowing down would only allow me to see the blur that I hit in the darkness. I think I’m smarter than that now.

The next day I steamrollered through Texas past the western hemisphere’s second largest cross, a religious monstrosity outside of Groom. It even has a memorial to every fetus ever aborted. Sweet. The cross in Effingham, IL is eight feet larger. So much for “everything is bigger” in Texas.

At the Oklahoma border I stopped for a water break. Things were getting a lot greener compared to the ride across the brown desert of the Texas panhandle. The humidity was going up too, and I wasn’t used to that any more.

The TA on the west end of OKC featured Popeye’s chicken and biscuits, so I had to stop there. There’s nothing like a little of Popeye’s best – naked, of course – to excite flagging spirits on the road.

By losing a day I was missing out on a lot of Route 66 riding, so in Stroud I pulled off to meet up with Coaster, a friend, and went to the Rock Café for lemonade and fried green tomatoes. The Rock Café has been remodeled to appear more like it did when Route 66 was in its heyday, and it looks really good. There’s a small store beside it, with slim pickings for souvenir hunters. Dawn, the owner, was there. Dawn is caricatured as one of the cars in Disney’s “Cars”, which is coming out in June.

Another hour and I was in Tulsa, visiting Coaster and wifey.

If I have to explain

I’m looking forward to a ride to Tulsa next week. It will get me away from here for a week or so, and make the time until my departure go much faster. I’ll spend some time on Route 66 too, since there’s a good portion of it remaining east of Oklahoma City. I’ve ridden Route 66 before, back in the mid-’90s, and I can’t wait to ride it again. I’ll be passing through some old haunts — Shamrock, Clinton, the DQ in Vega — nowhere places that have the ring of the old-time towns of the ’50s. There’s something about the atmosphere of these towns that to this day attracts me. If you don’t understand, I can never explain.

The reason I’m going to Tulsa is to visit an acquaintance from an internet movie forum. On the way home I’ll be stopping in Phoenix to see another net acquaintance. I’ve not yet met her, but I’m looking forward to doing so. Later, in mid-July, some of us from the same forum are making a trek to Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio to ride the roller coasters. That should be a lot of fun.

The weather in Oklahoma hasn’t been the greatest so far this spring. I’m hoping it will clear up for my trek. If not, well, I have a good rain suit, but I’m not tornado-proof. That would be an adventure for sure.

For now though, it’s tough trying to kill time until mid-June and my departure from here. I’ve been doing some work on the bike, replacing tired old shocks, oiling cables, changing circuit breakers, fuses and electrical relays. The bike is eleven years old and has 110,000 miles (177,000 kilometers) on her. She’s getting tired, and by doing a little preventive maintenance I’m hoping to avoid problems on the road as best I can.