Pike's Peak or Bust 2007

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Pike's Peak or Bust Recap

Well, the Big One for 2007 is in the books. And it was a doozy. On Friday morning August 3rd, fifteen members left Memphis on nine motorcycles. This was way to many folks for such a long trip. Keeping the group together was like trying to move fleas across a barn yard with a corn scoop. And it would have took a half a case of dynamite to get everybody out of the motels on time.

Officially, We logged, 2656 miles in nine days. I personally burned 67 gallons of fuel for an average of forty miles per gallon and a cost of... gulp...$193.00.  Not to shabby though when you consider  that I was two up pulling an overloaded trailer.

Along the way we climbed from 364 feet here in Redneck Land to 14,110 atop Pikes Peak. Temperatures ranged from 100 degrees in the Texas Panhandle to the low forties in the mountains. We were rained on, sleeted on and hailed on and the wind mussed us up regularly. Motorcycles were dropped, pieces and parts fell off, blew off and got knocked off, hail busted lips, bruised noses and, dropped bikes bruised ego's. By the time we arrived back in Memphis Saturday, August 11th we had been roughed up pretty good. But, the ones that made the whole ride rolled in safe and sound and the motorcycles were all still running despite the abuse we heaped on 'em. The Kansas wind actually sucked a radio speaker grill right off Paul and Dianne's trike and as I type this it's probably still tumbling along somewhere out on the Kansas plains. It was hot and cold and wet and dry, frustrating at times and at times it was so much fun I could hardly stand it. And when two members stand under a motel awning in the middle of a hailstorm, soaked to the skin and laughing like hysterical hyena's (Hildia and Darnell), it proves that the Memphis Tour Riders are a hard nose crew with spirits that are almost impossible to humidify.. 

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