I would have written this sooner, but to be quite honest, work and life have simply refused to be anything but in the way when it comes to updating this blog, so here it is now!
Back in October I ended up taking a trip to a little place called Port Lavaca, Texas. An Army buddy of mine was having her baby shower and I found myself with an invitation and a need to get out of town and deal with some of my own personal demons. So I made the arrangements at work, had what services were due to be done on the Harley, packed my saddlebags and was soon rolling down old Route 66 to be there for a friend and in search of a little peace in my soul.
I had planned out my route to allow me to travel a good stretch of Route 66 running from Waynesville, Missouri to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma and then shoot south into Texas rolling through Austin, San Antonio and then zipping east to the Gulf Coast for the town of Port Lavaca. From Port Lavaca i would push North again into Spring, TX and ssee some old friends of mine there for a day or two and then finally make my push back up to Waynesville.
My first day of riding carried me through Lebanon, Springfield Webb City and then into Joplin where I slipped across the Missouri/Kansas state line. Upon crossing the line I hit Galena, Riverton, and Baxter Springs. From Kansas it was into Oklahoma and through Towns such as Miami, Vinita, Afton and of course Tulsa. Once on the other side of Tulsa, I rode through towns like Sapulpa and cruised past such familiar Rte 66 landmarks as the Blue Whale just outside of Catoosa and through the town of Catoosa it's self. Once I hit Arcadia, home of the famous Round Barn and POPS! filling station and diner and purveyor of all things soda pop, I was within a stone's throw of Oklahoma City, my first stop for the night while on my journey.
The next morning was my push into Texas! What a ride that was! When I crossed the Oklahoma/Texas state line I pulled off into a rest stop to use the facilities and after that I strapped my helmet to the luggage rack and rode the rest of the way to San Antonio with the wind in my hair! Talk about exhilarating! So much so that I spent the rest of the trip like that until I recrossed the Missouri state line several days later.
