Sunday, August 3, 2025

11th Annual Bikes, Beers and Bands in Mercer, PA

 

Lots of nice Indian and Harley flatheads on display. 


I found this one rather interesting ... never thought about getting spark plugs for an old bike much before.

A couple of extra plugs along for the ride just in case...

The really short distance from the lower end to the heads caught my attention...

Interesting head bolts and connection to the spark plugs...



Itty bitty Indian next to a full size one...

Classic saddle bags

Classic style windshield

Always love the Indian fender lights!

Nice side hack

Unique air cleaner connection ... matches the paint job!

I liked this dimensional logo ... that's not painted on.

A very small collection of the bikes ridden in to enjoy the day.

Fascinating exhaust on this Triumph

Saturday, May 31, 2025

The Photo Dump...

 I take a lot more photos than I post throughout my travels. Here are some of the ones I thought you might want to see, if you actually made it this far! LOL

Weird greeting when I checked into my room in Wilmington. Creepy.

This dam was being upgraded. There was a one way traffic light that people either ran or barely stopped at!

This is Ron, a railroad worker between assignments, that I visited with during dinner one night.

My Kid. Probably posted this but I am old and can't remember everything! hahaha!


Life is not tried, it is merely survived, if you're standing outside the fire...

 Country singer, Garth Brooks, recorded a song in 1993 that I somewhat felt was sort of an anthem to the life I have lived. Although it talks about love opportunities lost, it could also be applied to life's opportunities not taken. And so, for me, this trip was my fire. I was so very fortunate that I was not injured worse in my bike

accident last July (19th to be exact, but who is counting...). I am, in all honesty, quite angry that I feel like I lost a year of opportunities to live life to the fullest. As I age, I know these opportunities are fleeting moments in time that I will not be given a chance to make up. But mixed with those frustrated feelings are the realization that I am quite fortunate, if that's what we shall call it, for having lived and not been injured worse. 


So with all this turmoil stirring my soul, I felt compelled, no, more like strongly obsessed, with making another trip. I needed to do this for myself. And whether I did the same trip wasn't so important as swinging my leg over the Road Queen, packed up, and hitting the road. Meeting people I had never met. Going to new places. 

And, most importantly, seeing my Kid marry her soul mate. 

The ride home was, quite frankly, torture. Although I absolutely love seeing America on the two lane back roads and experiencing the small towns and the people who make this country awesome, the weather SUCKED. I did as much two lane as I could until, finally, like a poker player holding a losing hand, I acquiesced and started seeking the easiest way to the interstate. I just wanted to go home. I was so tired of rain. 

I want to tell you what I did see that should make everybody think about our weather and hope this is not a pattern we will be dealing with more. On the road south from the Kid's place, remnants of mobile homes were scattered across the highway. The travel path was cleared, but


the carnage was clearly an indication that people's lives would not be the same moving forward. And then, as I pulled into Selmer, TN on my way home, the path of a tornado was glaring. Some buildings were totally demolished, some missing roofs or whole sides of them. And my heart aches for those individuals who were facing the challenges of picking up the pieces of their lives, Rain and tornadoes can clearly affect us all sometimes. Be kind and generous to those who suffer mother nature's wrath. Life isn't fair. Help people know that somebody cares. 

Life is what we make it. Don't stand outside the fire. 

Peace and Love,

Bobbi


Monday, May 26, 2025

Life at So Live So Ride, my temporary home away from home...

A little sunshine while working on my blog....


 

A dry sunset - the white tube is a wind speed measure

Figuring out riding routes

Tent Camping Area - really cool back there!



Dustin sizing up the Road Queen

My "neighbor" Frank's 800CC Triumph Tiger


Dustin out working on his lesson plan

Frank, from Huntsville, Alabama

Kate, Frank and Dustin

Frank heading home

Working on the blog, listening to the rain


Peace and Love,
Bobbi

Rain, Rain and Rain (with some fog mixed in...)

When the Kid told me their wedding was scheduled for May 17th and that she would like me to ride the

Breakfast Yummies

Road Queen down for the wedding, I warned her that the weather in May can be quite unpredictable. That we could, conceivably, even get snow in Ohio that time of year.

Fortunately, that reality eluded me prior to my departure and the Kid and Kevin were blessed with a beautiful, sunny day for their nuptials. Not so fortunately for me, the weather following my departure from their home in Illinois has not been nearly as perfect. In all honesty, rain in northern Arkansas in May is sketchy. I packed tank tops that have only seen the inside of a long sleeve shirt or jacket and shorts that have primarily been utilized for jammies. Sandals have been sentenced to bath house attire instead of camp fire  gear once settled in for the evenings. The radar reports have been of questionable decency and I have come to the realization that suiting up for rain on every ride is the most prudent approach to reality this time of year here. 


Yesterday was no exception. Early in the morning, I ran into Clarksville, 16 miles south of the campground, and did laundry. I was pleasantly surprised to locate a nice little place next door to the laundromat that served breakfast and featured some very yummy looking pastries. By the time my laundry was done, it was, of course, raining. I returned to camp and conferred with Dustin, one of our hosts, about the possibility of a ride. The general consensus, after looking at the radar, was that a ride to the south would probably be a safe bet to avoid another soggy ride. So I headed towards Mount Magazine, about 55 miles south. The ride started out pretty good, warming up enough for several riding apparel adjustments to meet the temperature rises. However the closer I got to route 309, the road to the state park, the temperature dropped and additional riding apparel adjustments in the other direction ensued. About a quarter of the way up, a heavy, thick fog surrounded me, with visibility down to about ten feet in
My bike is in this photo!

spots. I passed a "watch for bears" sign and thought, great, I am doing about ten miles per hour and there are bears here??? WTF! 

About halfway up the mountain, a light rain began to fall and I was now moving in and out of fog and rain. About a mile or two from the visitor center, mother nature cut lose and a downpour ensued. I mean, it was a torrential rain and it was all I could do to find the driveway entrance to the visitor center! between the rain and fog. All I could think of was, don't drop the bike or you will be a bear's next meal! 

I took the first parking spot I could find at the visitor's center and sloshed my way under the canopy. I tried to pull up the radar but cell reception was not existent. So I did the tourist thing and enjoyed the dry and warm exhibits in the center to give the wrath of nature an opportunity to pass by. While I was mentally regrouping for the ride back down the mountain, a guy on a bicycle, yes, like the kind you pedal, pulls under the canopy. He had ridden his bicycle up the mountain, with the same conditions I had just encountered and said, "It wasn't supposed to rain here." I told him, yeah, I got the same weather report...


I enjoyed some of the exhibits in the center until it appeared the weather was clearing. The bicycle dude was already gone by then. I changed gloves, wiped off my helmet visor and windshield, and headed north, back down the mountain, towards Paris, Arkansas. And that's when the next wave of heavy rain hit. Fortunately, a pick up driver behind me must have understood the challenges of riding a motorcycle in those conditions and remained a fair distance back, giving me at least a small peace of mind.

Upon arriving in the city of Paris, I found the main street coming into town to resemble more of a lake that a street. Apparently their either was no drainage system or it was severally plugged, and I had literal waves cresting around my bike and water splashing up to my knees working my way through the deluge! 

One final stop in Paris along the way to, once again, change gloves, wipe off my helmet visor and

windshield, do a map check and I was off to Ozone and the campground. I arrived about fifteen minutes ahead of another guest who had done a similar ride and we exchanged stories, including having seen the same bicycle rider along the way, in the rain and fog! 

Our hosts were kind enough to loan me their boot drier as my leather riding boots were soaked through and my socks were like wet rags. I spent a long time in a hot shower defrosting. And I lived again, to once more, tell another fascinating story about the joys of two wheel adventures!

Peace and Love!

Bobbi







Arkansas Hospitality at it's Finest

 Although I have been a guest in Arkansas numerous times, both with

my Buffalo and solo, I am always glad to find out that the people who call the Arkansas Ozarks home are still the kind of people that exemplify what is good. I am not sure exactly how I came across the So Live So Ride Moto Ranch and motorcycle campground in Ozone (population of 92 per the 2020 census) when seeking out lodging for this
current adventure. But I have been more than pleasantly surprised and pleased both with the accommodations and the hosts' hospitality. Located on a winding two lane Arkansas SR 21, the hosts offer adventure riding courses and rides as their primary business model. But don't let that sway you from enjoying their facility if you are purely a
street rider preferring to camp or Glamp. Because Kate and Dustin have lived that lifestyle also. They love motorcycle adventures of all types and have spent time sharing their stories as well as listening to those of their guests.

I originally reserved a tent spot, however with lingering issues from last year's unfortunate meeting

with a pickup truck, I wasn't sure that sleeping on a pad was going to work for me right now. So I upgraded to one of their "tent cabins" - or what some folks refer to as glamping. Their tent cabins feature a very comfortable bed with bedding (including an electric blanket this time of year, when the temperature at 1880 feet above sea level can vary), lightning, plenty of electricity, excellent wifi, and
Dustin on his BMW
 motorcycle oriented storage options. Oh yeah, and a fan also for when the temperatures preclude the electric blanket necessity. 

There are two private bath houses that are huge, with towels, soap, hair products, a laundry sink, and a nice clean shower. 

Every morning, Kate was in the gazebo with a pot of hot coffee and company to start the day. Kate and Dustin know the

Kate on Dustin's bike (hers is getting some TLC)

 area well and are great for   recommendations on rides or   services. (More on that in another   post...)

I won't discount this little slice of heaven that I love so much by saying "If" you decide to visit Arkansas on a motorcycle, but rather "When" you decide to explore what the Arkansas Ozarks have to offer, don't hesitate to stay at So Live So Ride. I am positive you won't be disappointed. Here is a link if you would like to learn more about their place:  So Live So Ride

Peace and Love all. 

Bobbi

PS: Bath House Pictures...