rally

Now that winter has set in and the cold has forced the two-wheels into hibernation, it only seems logical to rub salt in the wounds and reminisce on 90 degree weather and wind in the face, right?

Arkansas

I had no idea how beautiful a state Arkansas is. The trees, the hills, the hidden gems, the miles of curves. Hands down my favorite rally trip so far, minus the time Clint did that little down on one knee number in Sturgis.

On Wednesday, September 21st, a small group of us took off from Omaha to make our way down to Fayetteville, AR for the annual Bikes, Blues & BBQ rally. It was a relatively easy and quick ride down there (I’ll bypass how much my seat SUCKS). We made a pit-stop at the The Garage in Harrisonville, MO where we signed our names to the wall. Score 1 for me as I found some fellow friends signatures who had been there a few days before us!

We only made three official stops on the way there for fuel and to stretch, so we made great time! Far cry from the ride to Sturgis! Once there we set up camp and awaited the arrival of the Sullivan’s before we settled in for campsite brews and laughter.

When on vacation, we are in no rush to get anywhere at anytime. No rules. No schedule. When everyone is up we all decide where to go and what to do. This particular rally included a lot of riding and a lot less walking around and boozing. During the day anyway. That might be due to the fact that towns in the hills are few and far between and they apparently don’t believe in bars. This rally is the complete opposite of the Sturgis experience and I think is why it might have taken over the #1 spot in rally experiences. #beentheredonethat

Our first day of riding was pretty spectacular. The sights, the curves, the beauty!

Tourist alert

We found ourselves a pretty incredible BBQ joint called Rivertowne BBQ in Ozark, AR. The sweet potato fries and accompanying sauce to dip them in was to-die-for!

Bellies full, beer craving satisfied and back out on the road we went for several more hours, winding our way back to Fayetteville for campsite shots, brews and relaxing.

The next two days consisted of a lot more riding…

Parking lot rest-stops while waiting on a few lost riders…

Getting lost collectively…

Dancing while lost…

Roadside beers FINALLY thanks to a random roadside convenience store…

Ever wanna take a back road? Or put a little gravel in your travel? Tear down two lane country roads?

We feelin’ ya, Rodney Atkins.

I wouldn’t necessarily say we were lost again. Just exploring…

Tracy has this fun way about her. And when I say fun, I mean she holds a convincing personality that gets me to do things I wouldn’t normally do. Last year Sturgis? She had me ziplining.

This year?

It. Was. Incredible! I need a helicopter hook-up, like stat! So fun and slightly terrifying when the pilot pulled some funny stomach dropping business.