Speaking of family, here I am with Dave's parents and the bike all packed and ready to roll. Dave's helmet is a bit big for me, but I'm tougher than he is. I go au natural. The neighbors cat, Stokley Carmichael, posed also.
And here's Dave and I, cheesing it up while still fresh and clean.
It took a record 6 hours for Dave to get between Wichita and Oklahoma City. That's because he took every back highway and stopped for all the tourist attractions. Yep. That's the tourist attraction.
We met Scott Miller, an old AF buddy, in OKC and went camping. Miller had a few more amenities, since he brought his car. Dave and I think an air mattress would be a good trade off for the pots and pans. Fast food death and no stiff back for us, next time!
OKC is full of Harley enthusiasts. It's always a toss up, whether HD fans will cheer or shun a Buell, but we did get chased to a gas station once by someone curious about the performance. Dave was NOT a HD fan, but the Buell has pretty well grown on him. BTW, it got a completely new engine and transmission under factory warranty after this trip. It always had a clunk in second gear. Not a bad deal.
Anyway, the bikers recommended the Talamina Road crossing the Oklahoma-Arkansas border. You basically ride along a mountain ridge for miles, overlooking the country on both sides of you. Highly recommended for motorcycling. Eastern OK has a lot of beautiful, scenic highways. The key to a motorcycle trip. Once you cross the state line and feel more lost, stop at a gas station, get a map, and find the nearest highway with a dotted line next to it. Final destinations are overrated.
Here I am at a Talamina overlook.
We visited Robber's Cave, by Talihena, which was a fun little hike to this spot.
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