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Had a great time hosting Bob the Drangonslayer here in the Texas Panhandle over the weekend, and also meeting Jack, aka Silver Bullet. I'm sure Bob will post highlights of his journey, but here are a few pics until he can post some of his own. Hes got quite a few stories to tell!

 

He headed out of Amarillo last night around 2200, I'm not sure of the exact time, but he was going to try to make a Saddle Sore run from Amarillo to Atlanta.

 

Hope we hear from him soon!

 

 

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I knew these bikes were made for this!!!! And the guys wanted to keep me from takin' my bike on the MX track when we went by Redbud last weekend!!!!

Rode thru one of those "deep water" areas after a storm on July 4th. What a blast!!!! I was more concerned with my daughters Sebring behind us!

Great pics, was in Palo Duro about 13 years ago. Great place to visit!! Should have taken him up to the Canadian River bed to do some moto-cross!!

 

Dan

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Funny thing, there were some orange barrels and pylons at the entrance to the water crossing...hey, 5 feet between them is just enough room to squeeze that trailer thru!

 

We did notice some residual mud on the lower part of the radiators...maybe we need a skid plate?

 

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Received a voice message from Dragonslayer that he has made it back to Atlanta, and made the Iron Butt run with 30 minutes to spare!

 

:clap2:

 

He may be resting, so I expect updates within a few days!!

 

 

 

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I knew these bikes were made for this!!!! And the guys wanted to keep me from takin' my bike on the MX track when we went by Redbud last weekend!!!!

Rode thru one of those "deep water" areas after a storm on July 4th. What a blast!!!! I was more concerned with my daughters Sebring behind us!

Great pics, was in Palo Duro about 13 years ago. Great place to visit!! Should have taken him up to the Canadian River bed to do some moto-cross!!

 

Dan

Dano,

I assure you I got pleanty of motocross experience with the scoot and trailer on this trip total trip mileage 6,506 miles probably 1,000 of dirt, gravel and rough roads. I'm very proud of the fact that in all that time and distance I did not drop my bike once. Palo Duro Canyon was great and I had the best guides possible.

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This trip has been a trip and adventure of a lifetime and I enjoyed every minute of it. Especially the time I spent in Texas.This was due in most part to the V.I.P. treatment i received from my guides and host. Jack aka the Silver Bullet and Brian aka tx2sturgis. I've met alot of great people on this trip ... but these guys were the bomb... If you every get a chance to get to Amarillo...... you gotta party with these guys. :group cheers:

 

It was like I-40 was a giant red carpet they rolled out from the New Mexico/TX boarder to the Texas/ Oklahoma boarder just for me. When I finally landed in Tucumcari, NM with a rear Metzler showing thread all the way around, Jack offered to stop what he was doing to buy me a tire and bring it 150 miles to get me back on the road.

 

That ended up not being necessary since I was able to find the only motorcycle tire to be found in Tucumcari which happened to fit even though it was a Harley Davidson emblazed Dunlap. The Tucumcari experience was a story in itself and I will tell that part under a different post. But none the less the next day Jack rode from Amarillo to the Stuckey's at the NM/TX boarder to meet me and escort me into Amarillo with lights and sirens blaring announcing my arrival. After a short visit at The Cadillac Ranch that actually is a local landmark of buried antique Cadillacs and not a house of illrepute as I had imagined. Which I probably could have used at that point in the trip.

 

Once we arrived in Amarillo we caught up with Brian aka tx2sturgis and headed off to ride the Palo Duro Canyon area. My guides could not have been better or more knowledgeable of the Canyons sites and history if they had been employed by the park service. They even arranged for an after hours veiwing and private tour of the Canyon museum.

 

At the point where we had completed the Canyon run it was decission time again and I needed to commit to if I was going to flip or fly..... stay in Amarillo for the night or continue my journey towards Atlanta. My options were to camp out in the canyon with the Rattlesnakes. That option would require unloading the trailer and settling up the tent which did not sound inviting at that time with the heat the way it was. Get back on the road and head for Oklahoma. Or, allow Jack to pull some strings for Luxury accomadations at a very fair price, adult libations, the promise of preatty girls waiting, and live classic rock music by a local band at one of Brians favorite watering holes. Brian knew all the right buttons to push so guess which option I choose.

 

So after a short detour by the hotel to check in and drop some gear off Jack and I caught up with Brian at his favorite watering hole The BoonDocks to meet his Sturgis buddies and the lovely waitstaff who had cold Coronas and monster burgers waiting for our disposal. Our waitress Allison was a Librian in her day job and was very knowledgeable and friendly. Her repertouire of accumulated knowledge included just about every "Bob" joke I had ever heard. Her presentations , delivery and timing of which were flawless.:rotfl:

 

After hearing some classic rock early George Strait.....and I still say Amarillo by Morning was a Glenn Cambell song.... come to think of it I really don't recall the band doing any Classic Rock as advertized, Jack started turning into a pumpkin and politely excussed himself. Evidently we were keeping him up past his bedtime so he rode off into the night. But, not before trying to arm wrestling me for the bar tab. My determination won out since Jack adamately insisted on picking up the tab for everthing so far and I agreed to let him leave the tip for Allison the "Bob" joke expert.

 

But Brian wasn't finished showing me a good time yet so since BoonDoocks was now closing at the stroke of midnight he privately arranged for Jennifer the barmaid and Allison the waitress/Librian/"Bob" joke comedian to go with us to some of his other watering holes that would be open for a while longer. Our next stop was a place called "Running Wild Hogs". But evidently the the Wild hogs had done run off because by the time we got there it was last call. So we went next door to a place that I thought Brian said was a sports bar called Whiskers. I was somewhat confused when I did not see any TV sets and wondered how a sports bar could operate without TV sets hanging off the walls :confused24:until Brian explained that he didn't say it was a sports bar but a SPORTY bar. As I looked around a little closer I realized what I first thought was a target rich environment was actually a room full of Sporty Women talking to each other. :whistling:We then closed down one other place called Jomama's. The unofficial motto of Jomama's was Get your Drama At JoMama's. During the brief time that we were there before closing time I'm convinced that the bar got it's motto honestly.

 

Having closed down the town Brian escorted me back to my hotel where we arranged to get in touch with each other the next day after I had checked out of the hotel. The next day I awoke to the sound of housekeeping wanting to get in and by a look on the clock it was five minutes before check out time. After a quick shower and packing up my gear I checked out and returned to BoonDocks to meet Brian for lunch. We spent the afternoon at Boondocks and then back to Running Wild Hogs where Brian introduced me to everyone he knew as if I was a traveling dignitary. It was obviouse to me that Brian was well liked and popular with all that he introduced me to and his ensthuastic introduction elevated my status from traveling stranger to V.I.P. guest. My time in Amarillo ended with a delitefull dinner with his friends at a mexican restuarant name Aculpoco serenanded by espanic versions of many early rock and roll songs including my favorite Bob Seger song Turn the Page, which I sing often at Karoke. But, Not in Spanish.

 

We returned briefly to Boondocks where we filed out the start point paperwork for the Iron Butt saddleSore 1000 endurance ride I planned to complete where I would cover the 1,148 miles from Amarillo, Texas to Atlanta, Georgia in less than 24 hours.:7_6_3[1]:

 

I pulled out at 10:30 P.M. Central time and completed the Iron Butt ride at 10:00 p.M. the next day with 30 minutes to spare.

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