I changed this post to have the images a link in order to show more than the 8 that the forum limits. Sorry for the kludge.
Most ride stories involve much longer distances, but lots of tales can come from shorter rides. This story is about a 600 mile round trip to Fredericksburg, Texas to attend the annual Harvest Classic Rally. This rally is a charity event that brings all types of motorcyclists together to show bikes, eat BBQ, watch an old biker movie under the Texas night air. I have attended three other years and have watched it grow significantly in size.
Why not, it has everything to like and nothing to dislike. Centrally located in the Texas hill country, great riding all around, excellent food options, and lots of motorcyclists. The crowd that this rally attracts is probably 50 percent European bikes, 25 percent Japanese, the rest are Harleys, cruisers, and odd ball makes. Ducati has a major presence at the event with demo rides and new bikes to drool over.
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I convince my friend George (GeorgeInDallas) to go with me this year. George, replies and says it looks like a straight shot south of Dallas on Highway 281. I tell George that I avoid straight shots (I ride an ST not a cruiser) so I give him an alternate zigzag route that takes in smaller less traveled roads to Fredericksburg. Another rider I know from the Twtex.com forum says he will meet us halfway down for lunch at Llano, Texas. Stephen rides a BMW RT1200. He has logged 144,000 miles on this 02 model.
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We all spend the week before launch watching the weather channel. After a 3 week span of the most gorgeous weather ever in Dallas, we are now looking at fronts coming through and rain. As Friday approaches the forecast is 30 to 40 percent rain Friday and Saturday but clear on Sunday. All being optimist we see that as 60 to 70 percent clear, so lets ride.
Friday morning George and I depart at 7:45 and begin our trek south. The sky is mostly cloudy and very high humidity, but the temperature is a nice 70 degrees. We pay the horrible price of living in a big city for 45 minutes until we clear the metroplex and head for Glen Rose. Texas is a state of 4 large cities then every 25 miles you pass through small 300 to 2,000 population towns for miles and miles. I've been told 25 miles is the distance the old timers could travel in a day on horseback.
We make our first gas stop at a one business town (gas station/grocery store/trama center/pickup repair). George points over to the side of the building and there sits a red ST3. What are the odds? I go inside and there sits a Ducatista drinking coffee and looking at his Iphone. I introduce myself and learn that this is Bob Boucher from Alvarado (south side of Dallas) and he is headed to the rally as well.
Bob and his ST3s
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We invite him to join us. One more and we will have a squadron of ST3s.
Now the adventure of traveling by bike begins. I get my camera for a group picture and realize that I left out the memory card! Idiot. Fredericksburg will be the first town big enough to sell the memory card so I'll have to wait.
I'm leading the way, Bob in the middle, and George is the sweeper. At the next town George pulls up to me and says, “15 miles back I ran over something that looked like a zip lock bag with something in it. Are you missing anything?” I say no, but Bob says “Oh hell, my Iphone must have blown out of my jacket!” So we turn around and ride back to the 15 mile point and start a slow speed search. I turn on my emergency blinkers in case a truck comes along and I don't see it behind me. I ride for a couple of miles looking then all of a sudden my digital dash goes dead, blinkers quit, so I pull over. Oh me, is this the first problem I have every had with my bike. Maybe you are not supposed to run blinkers for a long time. Maybe I just need to reset things since the bike is still running. I turn it off and then push the start button. Nothing. I'm screwed. I'm now a dead duck 15 miles from the nearest anything.
I'm thinking, hopefully it is a fuse, but I don't have any spares. How could I be so unprepared. I brought tools to change tires, plug holes, but NO FUSES.
I take off the dash cover to check fuses and sure enough one is burned. Bob rolls up and I tell him my issue and he says the magic words. “Oh, I have some spare fuses!” Just about that time a pick up pulls up and says. “Your buddy is about 3 miles up the road and he said he found what you are looking for.” Fuse in, bike starts, life is good again.
We push on to the next gas stop and I text Stephen that we are running late due to the comedy of errors. We get the Iphone out of the case and it is shattered toast. I've had time to think about my bike and I surmise that my fuse blew because I have added some LED turn signals in addition to my stock lamps. This must be right on the edge of the fuse limit and the flashers put the maximum usage to the circuit.
Bob splits off on his own at our lunch stop because he wants to stay in Llano and buy another phone. Stephen takes the lead and we head on the last leg to Fredericksburg. About half way there an ST blast past us going the opposite direction. I first thought it was Bob, but the helmet was different. Then I thought, if that bike turns and follows us, I'll bet it is Mike Roden (Duckman) from Houston and he is looking for us. It was Mike, and he fell in line with us on our ride. Not 3 miles ahead we pass a cop setting up a speed trap on the side of the road.
Mike tells us later that he was cooking along at about a 100 looking for us when he passed the cop with his radar off. The officer wasn't set up so he was preparing to catch Mike returning. We were by him before the trap could be set so these ducks got away.
George and Mike ready for some breakfast in Fredericksburg
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The rally had a great turnout and there were lots of bikes to enjoy seeing.
Some attendee's bikes
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Check out the hand made rack
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Mike and George
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They don't make these anymore.
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Me and George
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It is funny how you can stand by an old (60s or 70s) bike and hear all the stories. “Oh man, I used to have one just like that and I loved it until I crashed, etc etc.” I'm guilty, here is an example of my first bike. I just wore it out.
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I like this color scheme
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Ever seen one of these? Only one I've seen and I had never even heard of it.
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Stephen knows this part of Texas like a tour guide. He took us to Alamo Spring for lunch. Great location and good burgers. Unfortunately, the surge from all the rally attendees overpowered their cook. It took all afternoon to get lunch.
Stephen, Mike, George , Stephanie, and Gary
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We met Gary and Stephanie from Lubbock, Texas. They were riding the Multistrada.
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Back at the rally we all bought raffle tickets to win a Monster. Guess what? We didn't win. I did win a $50.00 gift certificate to a riding course in the Austin area. I'll be giving that to someone on the forum that lives in the area.
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How about a turbocharged K rat bike
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Just before the BBQ dinner a shower hit. We passed on BBQ because the line was a block long.
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Also, the movie would be in wet grass, so we called it a day and rode back to our hotels.
Sunday morning we said goodbye to Mike as he will be heading south, and we began our trip home. Stephen said follow him and he took us on a completely different route home. Some really pretty country and it was a perfect day for riding.
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George and Stephen discussing the road ahead
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George stripped down to his “Tron Look”
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We got home at 4:30 on Sunday evening, tired but with big smile. My dog was really happy to see me back home and safe.
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