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Great day of riding today!
Met up with Shrek in Venus to head out on my mapped, but un-scouted dual sport ride. This was a test day for my KLR, to see if I have it close to being reliable. Anyway... After crossing the Brazos on the new bridge we could not help but explore the old one right next to it.
I marvel at the number of small, very simple parts arranged with thousands, if not millions of hot rivets, each one set by a skilled worker that this old bridge is composed of. Simple angle iron, flat strapping, and plates combine to make all of the triangles of the structure.
Who could resist riding out for a picture? Not us!
Despite moving the tag and inspection plate from the stock location I managed to snag it with the rear tire when I hit a hole drifting a turn. (Yes a KLR will drift on gravel when you twist the wrist)
The plate stayed put and I was able to bend it back out and up to give even more tire clearance. I wonder how this bike went more than 22,000 miles with that thing in the stock location??
My planned route went pretty well.... up until the first time we were supposed to turn on a county road, and there was a game fence where the road 'used to be'. The GPS re-calculated to turn on another road about 2 miles up, so we headed north. This time the road was there, along with an unlocked gate that opened automatically when we rolled up to it.
We took this as good, and rolled along. Many miles, and a couple of more re-routes later we had reached dead ends and locked gates.
That road in the background, not 60 feet away is where we were supposed to be. Since it was getting late and we were getting weary of the dead ends we decided to back-track to Walnut Springs and finish the trip on asphalt.
Mmmmmm Reese's Pieces Pie, never heard of that before!
Coconut Meringue for Shrek.
Since KK was so busy we had pie, then joined up with the Burlyville group for lunch at Loco Coyote. Wow! no need for dinner after their sandwich for lunch.
Hot ride home, we stopped on 67 to assist a pair of riders. He was on a Harley and she on a Piaggio MP3 250. It looked like a little sister to Susan's new ride. The little scooter had blown a coolant line off the engine and emptied its system on the road. He had placed the hose back and added all the water they had, not enough to get rolling. Since we had ice water in our camel-backs we drained them into the red scooter's system and then rode tail gunner for the folks into Cleburne where they could do a more permanent repair.
A good day all in all. Good to see all the TWT people there. Good to know the old blue-green machine can do a few hundred miles with the only casualty being about 4 ounces of oil out the tailpipe. Works out to under a quart per thousand miles when extrapolated. I think I will keep it a while.
Met up with Shrek in Venus to head out on my mapped, but un-scouted dual sport ride. This was a test day for my KLR, to see if I have it close to being reliable. Anyway... After crossing the Brazos on the new bridge we could not help but explore the old one right next to it.
I marvel at the number of small, very simple parts arranged with thousands, if not millions of hot rivets, each one set by a skilled worker that this old bridge is composed of. Simple angle iron, flat strapping, and plates combine to make all of the triangles of the structure.
Who could resist riding out for a picture? Not us!
Despite moving the tag and inspection plate from the stock location I managed to snag it with the rear tire when I hit a hole drifting a turn. (Yes a KLR will drift on gravel when you twist the wrist)
The plate stayed put and I was able to bend it back out and up to give even more tire clearance. I wonder how this bike went more than 22,000 miles with that thing in the stock location??
My planned route went pretty well.... up until the first time we were supposed to turn on a county road, and there was a game fence where the road 'used to be'. The GPS re-calculated to turn on another road about 2 miles up, so we headed north. This time the road was there, along with an unlocked gate that opened automatically when we rolled up to it.
We took this as good, and rolled along. Many miles, and a couple of more re-routes later we had reached dead ends and locked gates.
That road in the background, not 60 feet away is where we were supposed to be. Since it was getting late and we were getting weary of the dead ends we decided to back-track to Walnut Springs and finish the trip on asphalt.
Mmmmmm Reese's Pieces Pie, never heard of that before!
Coconut Meringue for Shrek.
Since KK was so busy we had pie, then joined up with the Burlyville group for lunch at Loco Coyote. Wow! no need for dinner after their sandwich for lunch.
Hot ride home, we stopped on 67 to assist a pair of riders. He was on a Harley and she on a Piaggio MP3 250. It looked like a little sister to Susan's new ride. The little scooter had blown a coolant line off the engine and emptied its system on the road. He had placed the hose back and added all the water they had, not enough to get rolling. Since we had ice water in our camel-backs we drained them into the red scooter's system and then rode tail gunner for the folks into Cleburne where they could do a more permanent repair.
A good day all in all. Good to see all the TWT people there. Good to know the old blue-green machine can do a few hundred miles with the only casualty being about 4 ounces of oil out the tailpipe. Works out to under a quart per thousand miles when extrapolated. I think I will keep it a while.
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but no one seemed to mind. We made a short pitstop in Clifton, everyone just seemed happy to be riding. 
Well, my apologies for not getting there until 1 pm. An early morning call at work had me sleep until 7 am (time of planned departure). Regardless, I set off to have some pie with you all. My route to Hico followed US 290, and then Texas 36 via Brenham and Temple. In Jonesboro, I turned onto FM 1602 and put the Dakar through its paces with all the twists and turns 
