1,650 miles, 4 States, in 56 hours…Must. Find. Sunshine!
Saturday brought us SUNSHINE, heat, and 250+ miles (8 hours) of amazing roads - all the twists and turns a girl could desire!! Considering the weather, it was odd that we seemed to have the roads to ourselves. Going from dreary MN, where things are just starting to come alive and turn green, the neon green we found in Arkansas was an added bonus. Spring has very much sprung there - only confirming that we made a great decision to ride there, even if it was only for a day!!
To celebrate the amazing day, we headed to local hangouts in town (by feet, not on bikes) and met up with some old friends we have met over the years in Arkansas, and made some new friends too.
With the 'ditch guy' on the way into town not wanting to be outdone....the finale of our last night (or day 2 of our 2.5 day trip), was a little close for comfort! I was at the bikes getting situated for an early morning departure back to MN, and the spot we had parked in was right next to the entrance for the hotel. I hear a bike coming and before I could look up, I hear an insane REVVING followed by a thud. Out of the corner of my eye, i see the bike, complete with driver and passenger, landing on its side, the passenger spilling off and hitting her head, and the driver standing up and swearing....meanwhile, his bike was still running (for a very short time). I don't know the time span, but in assessing the passenger to see how hard she hit her head and if she was bleeding, the driver not once asked if she was ok, nor offered to help her up. Instead, people in the hotel on the upper level had the time to look outside, see what happened, throw on shoes, and run down the stairs to the bike before he even acknowledged the passenger, and by acknowledge, he swore at her. I asked if he wanted help getting the bike upright and he said "I don't need help, I know what I am doing." and he walked around the other side of the bike, the side that was in the air, and began pulling on the handlebars to try to upright the bike (TOWARDS himself). I go over and assist in not even pushing it upright, just stabilizing it so that if he got it upright, he wouldn't then drop it back down on the passenger. Instead of teamworking the bike upright, he swore at me to stop touching his bike. I said, if I let go, the bike will drop back down. He said 'F you', so i let it down (slowly).
5 hours later, we hit the road for home (which was REALLY warm and 6 hours later, really cold)!