Dropped My Bike, Dropped My Camera

We've been having an amazing time riding the Ozark Mountains in Arkansas and Missouri.  We marvel at the roads, their condition is phenomenal.  We figured the reason they are in such good shape is because nobody seems to use them.  Most roads are empty, we see very few cars.

The curves make riding the bikes so enjoyable.

For those of you that asked, Marti is visiting with her sister Gail, and they are having lots of fun shopping together.  For me, shopping ranks right up there with watching paint dry.  Lucky me, my two brothers, being Harley riders, have to stop at every Harley store we pass and shop, usually to buy t-shirts.

You can buy all kinds of things at Harley stores, even things like this:

Often, we have to compare modern electronic navigation devices with paper maps to figure out where we really are.

Out in the middle of nowhere, we like to stop at interesting little eateries for lunch or cold drinks.  While there, we still try to figure out where we are, where we've been and where we're going.

When all else fails, we man up and ask for directions.  Then we're back on the road again.

We came across this interesting bridge, built with wood planks for the deck.

The clear roads occasionally have a traffic jam.  We came to one which we sat and waited, and waited, and waited. 

After a long while, we decided to turn around.  While tip toeing my bike into the empty other lane, I dropped it.  My bike weighs over 900 pounds and when it decides to lay over, there is no stopping it.  Fortunately, I have crash bars on it so nothing was damaged, except my dignity.  Gordy helped me pick it up and we headed back the other way. 

With all the twists and turns we traveled, Dave thought maybe it would be a good idea to check his brakes.  A quick look showed there were plenty left.  Always good to be sure.

After a great ride through beautiful country,

we returned to the house we've rented in Eureka Springs for the night.  I poured myself a large glass of soda and walked into the living room where I promptly dropped my camera right into the glass.  No crash bars on the camera, I killed it.

Guess where we stopped first thing this morning on today's ride?  Yup, Walmart to buy a new camera.  I hope I've finally finished with my dropping things!

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