Saturday, June 28, 2014.
Super-mega-thanks to the ShowMeMo family for hosting us. We deeply appreciate them opening their home to us, a couple of folks they’d met at FJR rallies. You know how it goes – you meet some folks at a rally, and at the end of the rally the whole “Hey – if you’re ever in <insert home town here>, let us know and we’ll meet up with ya!” thing. Well, we let ‘em know, and they stepped up and hosted us. Again – we deeply appreciate it.
When we got up this morning, I checked the radar and there was weather in the area. Greeeeat. Oh, well. When you really ride, you ride in the rain. I was hoping that we’d miss it, so after fiddle-farting around a bit, we said our goodbyes and got on the road.
This covered bridge is at the entrance to their neighborhood. Cool.
We got outta the Kansas City area and headed south into Oklahoma.
As we headed into Oklahoma, the temperatures had risen a bit and the wind picked up. Big time. No – BIG time. It was damned windy and while moderately annoying while on the bike, still manageable. Especially compared to the insane wind we hit in central Montana in 2010. Oy.
After a bio break at a rest area on Interstate 44 – AKA the Will Rogers Turnpike – the skies opened up on us. And I mean epic opening up. Cars were pulled off to the side of the road. Under the occasional underpass, pirates were struggling into their rain gear. Not us. We just kept moving. Quite frankly, that stretch of road offered absolutely no areas to safely pull off anyway. I was somewhat concerned about fuel, however since there were no exits anyway, we just kept moving.
Luckily I didn’t have too much of an issue with my visor fogging up – that always happens to me. It really only got bad just as we were getting to our exit, and the fuel held out long enough so that we rolled into our hotel – the Geek’s Preferred Hotel of Choice, of course – about ten miles into the reserve.
Safely at our hotel, we freshened up a bit (I kinda stank like road spooge after riding in the rain for so long), tucked the FJR in for the night, and called Sooze’s brother who just happens to live about 5 minutes from our hotel.
Sooze’s brother, whom I will call Ross in this ride report because, well, that’s his name, and his wife, whom I will call Gloria in this ride report because, well, that’s her name, came in their cage and picked us up and we were off to dinner.
Ross and Gloria.
Me and Sooze.
We were at an Irish pub / restaurant. I had … Ummm … Well, I don’t remember what this was called (I completely butchered the pronunciation when I ordered it – the waitress laughed at me and openly mocked me) but it was a ‘tater pancaked stuffed with something and covered in sauce. It was stick-to-your-ribs filling and pretty tasty.
Sooze had the kebob.
In case you’re wondering, we were in Tulsa. Really – we were. Where else could we get this picture taken? And Ross was telling us that, since the Tulsa Driller had been re-done, there is a local push called “Bring Back The Bulge.” I’ll let you figure that one out on your own.