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The 2007 Riding Season at a Glance
A Memoir
2007 has been the driest year I can ever remember and I’m pushing sixty. Ahem, well it has. But, and this is strange, it has also been one of the wettest years I can remember. How can that be you ask? Well, stop and think about it. We had more rain outs in our riding schedule this year than ever as far as I can remember. We made most of them up but nevertheless, we had a lot of rain on ride days even though we were in the middle of a drought.
It rained on us the very first ride. Remember? We rode from the Agricenter motorcycle show out to Kerrville and the Pig-N-Whistle. Not only did it rain but the temperature dropped and the rain morphed into sleet. It was a cold ride home too as I remember. That was also a first for someone very special to Hildia and I, namely our number four Granddaughter Anna, who rode with her Grandmother in the car that day. Anna loves motorcycles and she had a great time.
The worst, I guess, at least for around here, was our Honeysuckle Moon Ride. It was an official rainout even
though several members lucked out and found themselves on the north side of the storm and were able to make it to Reelfoot Lake without a single drop of rain. But the rest of us almost drowned just getting to Millington. It was a disaster as far as motorcycle rides go and it was an official rainout.
Our throwed rolls ride to Lamberts was also rained out but we eventually made that one up. And on our trip out west, I led the crew smack dab into the teeth of a rip roaring hail storm near the Canadian River Breaks in the Texas Panhandle. And it rained and sleeted on us in the Rockies as well. Lots of nasty weather caught us napping this year but we still had fun despite it all.
A few notes from the 2007 Season:
That awful restaurant, the Yocona River Inn and the members demand that I remove it’s waypoint from my GPS forever. Stan’s handling skills as he brought his GL1500 to a safe stop after the sudden deflation of his rear tire..Good work Mr President.
The thrilling view from the top of the world (Trail Ridge Road) in Colorado. Eleven miles of this highway travel above 11,500 feet and its maximum height of over 12,000 feet make it the highest paved road in the world.
The Flying W Ranch Cowboy Band serenading us under the stars in Colorado.
Standing in the doorway of the Marriott in Amarillo soaking wet begging for a room after suffering through that Texas hailstorm.
My bulletproof RAM GPS mount breaking off at the stem at seventy MPH in New Mexico. If not for the design of my Garmin mounting bracket my expensive GPS would have crashed to the pavement and would have been destroyed. So much for RAM’s highly touted and indestructible mounting system.
Dining on cold cuts out of Paul’s trailer at McFarland Park in Florence, Alabama at the Trail of Tears ride. I remember David’s comment later about how nice it was to stroll through the vendor area with a full stomach and not be tempted by the aroma of four dollar hot dogs.
Paul’s speaker grill being sucked out of the dash by the vicious Kansas winds. Amazing.
Dining on the back porch of Ezell’s fish camp while towboats on the Tombigbee River worked within a couple hundred feet of us...Neat.
All the ladies at Ezell’s Fish Camp and the keen interest they took in the men of the group, or was it the motorcycles...Whatever, they were nice.
Our official mileage for 2007 was 5,599. Although we were short of our projections by 132 miles due to weather, it was still a pretty good tally.
Looking forward to the 2008 season and the schedule should be ready by the March meeting...
Happy New Year
bj
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