| First, I must thank
Brewer for mapping out one hell of a route. AWESOME job!!! And
for letting me crash at your pad... another thanks.
Now... the rest of the story...
After planning the
route over on F650.com, the original plan was to meet in
Fayetteville on Saturday morning, but as things do, things changed,
and I decided to ride up to Austin to stay over night at Brewer's
house since DAM was over there anyway.
The evening was pretty tame--we bled brakes, and
did some other minor wrenching to prepare for our ride on Saturday.
We also watched a little MotoGP on TiVo and played a little guitar.
Like I said, tame. DAM did find this...

So, here they sat, await the adventure of the
following day...

I was able to snap a picture of an
actual attempted jailbreak!

We went to bed pretty early to awake to Brewer
blaring AC/DC and yelling for DAM and I to get up at 6:00 AM on
Saturday.
Thumper and Beltless met us at Brewer's and we
headed out... yep, right to the gas station:

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Here's DAM's picture of all of us at
the gas station...

(Picture courtesy of DAMalden)
... so that he won't be left out, here's DAM taking
aforementioned picture...

We took off from Austin to
Fayetteville, and damned if the bottom didn't fall out on us.
All I had was a liner for my jacket, and that pile of shit leaked.
There was not one square millimeter of dry to be found on me.
I mean SOAKED. O well...

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(Picture courtesy of F650ster) |

(Picture courtesy of F650ster) |
We met F650ster in Fayetteville.
Poor guy had been waiting on us for about an hour and a half.
By the way, never order grits from Orsak's Cafe.

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After eating, we bullshitted a bit
and took the group photo...
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Then we saddled up the F bikes. 2 red ones,
2 black ones, 2 Dakars....
We didn't get too far when Thumper threw a chain.
It could have been ugly, but he was able to fix it and carry on...

(Picture courtesy of DAMalden)
Brewer was in charge of the route. After
filling up with gas one last time, Brewer took us onto the slippery-slidy
mud bogged trails...

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We were a couple of miles into it, when I noticed
F650ster was not behind us any longer. We waited for a few
minutes...
... some of us watered the grass...

After a few minutes, I took the Red Devil back to
find him. There he was--in the middle of the road.
Apparently he had nearly lost control of the bike and ran off the
road. He held onto it and didn't wipe out, but this was his
first time ever off road. He had had enough, so Brewer gave
him directions back to the highway, and he headed back to Dallas.

F650ster, good try, but today was probably not the
day to learn about off-roading. It did end up getting worse.
"Next time"... when it's dry!
I did take a second to shoot the obligatory dirt
road shot while I was standing there.

As an aside...
... based on the input from the fine folks over at F650.com, I
decided to get some
Teeks for the Red Devil. O yeah!
I can run about 85 on muddy roads without any
problem. Good call to all who recommended them!
One cool thing about hauling ass like that is that
you get to get cool pictures of everyone... (and note how deep that
mud is merely on the road...)

Here's Brewer checking the route on his GPS
again...

And Thumper waiting patiently...

And, all of us waiting patiently...

Then back on the trails again!
I must admit, DAM kicked ass with his street
tire...

Conversation at one of the
intersections...
"Bill, do you have a tire iron?"
"Yes DAM, I do?"
"Can you please get it out and pry my ass off this
seat?"
As another aside, DAM also turned over 20K...

Another obligatory shot of the Red Devil...

Then we noticed Thumper's duck bill flopping about.
This was after he threw his chain earlier in the day. So we
did a quick duck bill castration...
Then we bullshitted some more and surveyed the mud
EVERYWHERE!
And continued on into Elgin for some BBQ...
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What do you mean you "cannot read my plate"
officer?

I left the restaurant and headed back to
Houston... of course I got drenched again.
I did an overall assessment of the motorcycle.
Everything was still in tact (I had to tighten a couple of bolts),
but it looked like hell...

So, a couple of hours with some soap and water...

Ready for next time!
Other versions of the story can be found here:
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As always, thanks for coming along.
Josh... move back home!
Richard... see what you missed? |