The forth of October marked the first biting overnight low in the temperature for us so what should we do but decide to ride out before the sunrise and really…
Traveling west on Route 66, near the northern boundary line of Washita County, the Oklahoma landscape changes. Hitherto moderately treed and rolling pastures, just before you reach the town of Canute…
The third in a series of posts containing the odd assortment of photographs taken along Route 66 which don’t necessarily need to be forced into another group of photos. I’ve…
One year. Three hundred and sixty five days. I have no idea how many hours, I didn’t memorize everything I was taught in school. I suppose I could google it,…
The town of Texola comes by its name honestly. Not only does it sit at the border of Texas and Oklahoma on Route 66, but because it also sits at…
My theories are varied as to why there has been another sudden increase in the broader population’s interest in motorcycles and riding. I tend not to chalk it up to…
Early pink tinted light was just beginning to pour into the room when I rolled over and stared at the glowing face of the clock. 6:37 am. I wanted to…
Approaching the juncture of Highway 115 and 49 from the north, just to the west of Mount Scott, the land opens up into a sudden flat plain surrounded immediately on…
In the heat of the day, like some desert creature retreating out of the glare of the high sun, we had to stop, to refuel, to hydrate, to take a…
Have I ever mentioned that I am not a big hamburger eater? I’m not. It isn’t the flavor so much as the texture and more often than not they are…
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