See Hispanic Slammers blog as he described it as well or better than I ever could, and he has some cool video….here are a few pictures that he wouldn’t have had:

HS notices something is wedged into his exhaust….what the heck is that??

Using precise tools, as VFR owners always do:

Ahhh, it was a Denver requirement….that looks (and sounds) better!

Breakfast anyone? Mmmmm, waffles:

Lunch Time….one thing I learned from Dutch and HS is to stop often and eat a lot….Food was pretty good here, but cash only as seems common in AR.

Dutch looks guilty:

From here on it was boring for the most part, barring that one point where my voltmeter indicated 16.8 volts and my multi-meter had dead batteries….not to self *check batteries in tools before you depend on them*

We saw a nasty car accident at the end of the AR run, most likely a death involved. Didn’t look good that’s for sure. The last 40 miles into Dyersburg were the longest of the trip so far, even crossing the Mississippi wasn’t that exciting.

This view of the back of the Hotel where we parked the bikes was the best one of the evening, I was beat:

I need to thank Hispanic Slammer for NOT include the part of my video where I most obviously blow that tight right-hander going up the mountain, and take in the view from the opposite lane. Following too close is a bad idea folks.