Last week I rode to Jacksonville, TX for the TeXSive Rally that Wayne Ilfrey puts together annually. His rallies are always a blast with good routes and fun people.
I saw a lot of old friends and met a few new ones there as well. I even met the High Priest of Temple Eleven himself, Bob Jones of Merriam Cycles. Of course being a lowly Guru he had no idea of who I was. Maybe if I had walked into the café that morning dawning my cape with a big “M” on the front of my chest he’d have recognize me as “MAXIMAN”.
Here’s the parting shot before Bohn Frazier, Miles Baker and I left for the rugged peaks of the west Texas desert.
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We rode from Jacksonville to Brady and spent the night. I find it amazing how expensive motels are getting. The place was a sub-standard Days Inn. The carpet looked awful and the room had no towels and it was still $80. Seems Bohn is right, ya don’t get what you pay for…you pay for whatcha get!
Next morning we rode from Brady toward a small desert village, Study Butte (pronounced Stoody Butte). We hit several rainstorms between Brady and Ft. Stockton. The worst was west of Ozona, TX about 30 miles. Bohn was leading the pack and we were cruising at almost 90 mph. It wasn’t actually raining at that point. We came over a rise on I-10 and there were cars all over the place…on the side of the road and water running across the road. Luckily it was only an inch deep. Apparently just a few minutes before it was several feet deep as a flash flood washed across the interstate taking 5 or 6 vehicles completely of the pavement. One was way down in the ravine. Emergency vehicles were already assisting so we rode on. But it is very unnerving to think just a few minutes sooner and we’d be surfing three Eleven’s down an ephemeral path.
We arrived in Ft. Stockton and the weather looked good toward the park so we rode 60 miles to Alpine. Upon our arrival the road to the south appeared stormy so we decided to stay for the night and continue to Big Bend National Park early the next morning.
I called a high school buddy of mine that now lives in Alpine. We both grew up in west Texas and I knew he loved to ride. He joined us and took us on a guided tour of our old stomping grounds.
David Wilson is the extraordinary rider. Much like our own Dan Meyers, Dave has logged in XS of 300,000 miles on two wheels. He has had a myriad of cycles and a plethora of experiences. Ask him about the time he hit a havelina hog on a Goldwing!
Recently Wilson fell in love with one of the coolest bikes being made. The Triumph Bonneville America. This is a modern retro parallel twin with a 270 degree crankshaft. The sound of this machine is incomparable and the vibe is like Steve McQueen. It doesn’t get any cooler than this.
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David Wilson on his Bonneville America
I saw a lot of old friends and met a few new ones there as well. I even met the High Priest of Temple Eleven himself, Bob Jones of Merriam Cycles. Of course being a lowly Guru he had no idea of who I was. Maybe if I had walked into the café that morning dawning my cape with a big “M” on the front of my chest he’d have recognize me as “MAXIMAN”.
Here’s the parting shot before Bohn Frazier, Miles Baker and I left for the rugged peaks of the west Texas desert.
“”
We rode from Jacksonville to Brady and spent the night. I find it amazing how expensive motels are getting. The place was a sub-standard Days Inn. The carpet looked awful and the room had no towels and it was still $80. Seems Bohn is right, ya don’t get what you pay for…you pay for whatcha get!
Next morning we rode from Brady toward a small desert village, Study Butte (pronounced Stoody Butte). We hit several rainstorms between Brady and Ft. Stockton. The worst was west of Ozona, TX about 30 miles. Bohn was leading the pack and we were cruising at almost 90 mph. It wasn’t actually raining at that point. We came over a rise on I-10 and there were cars all over the place…on the side of the road and water running across the road. Luckily it was only an inch deep. Apparently just a few minutes before it was several feet deep as a flash flood washed across the interstate taking 5 or 6 vehicles completely of the pavement. One was way down in the ravine. Emergency vehicles were already assisting so we rode on. But it is very unnerving to think just a few minutes sooner and we’d be surfing three Eleven’s down an ephemeral path.
We arrived in Ft. Stockton and the weather looked good toward the park so we rode 60 miles to Alpine. Upon our arrival the road to the south appeared stormy so we decided to stay for the night and continue to Big Bend National Park early the next morning.
I called a high school buddy of mine that now lives in Alpine. We both grew up in west Texas and I knew he loved to ride. He joined us and took us on a guided tour of our old stomping grounds.
David Wilson is the extraordinary rider. Much like our own Dan Meyers, Dave has logged in XS of 300,000 miles on two wheels. He has had a myriad of cycles and a plethora of experiences. Ask him about the time he hit a havelina hog on a Goldwing!
Recently Wilson fell in love with one of the coolest bikes being made. The Triumph Bonneville America. This is a modern retro parallel twin with a 270 degree crankshaft. The sound of this machine is incomparable and the vibe is like Steve McQueen. It doesn’t get any cooler than this.
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David Wilson on his Bonneville America
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