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http://www.miamiherald.com/news/southflorida/story/1165857.html

Babes on Bikes!

Here’s an interesting article  http://editorial.autos.msn.com/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1079665&topart=safety

All motorcycle accidents are tragic, but, in light of  what they were celebrating, this is even moreso:

Former Mansfield schools superintendent Vernon Newsom died Wednesday in a motorcycle accident while vacationing in South Dakota, school officials said.

His wife, Nadyne, was in critical condition with “life threatening injuries” in a hospital at Platte, S.D., said Capt. Kevin Joffer of the South Dakota Highway Patrol.

Mr. Newsom, 61, retired last month after 13 years as superintendent. Nadyne Newsom, 62, retired as a teacher in 2004. The wreck happened during a cross-country adventure on a motorcycle to celebrate his retirement, friends said.

Here is the link for the complete story:  http://www.star-telegram.com/804/story/1502555.html

On Dec. 23, 2008, I had the oil changed on my automobile.  Now, almost 7 months later, the car has gone about 1,700 miles.  The reason?  My main transportation is a 2007 Harley. 

Now our son, who lives in Las Vegas, NV, is coming home for a weeklong vacation.  Will I have to ride in the car or will he be riding in the back seat of the motorcycle?

Hmmmm.  We’ll just have to see.

Loyd Sanders at Guadalupe Pass

Loyd Sanders at Guadalupe Pass

My buddy Loyd Sanders, no relation, and I had a really nice ride to El Paso last Thursday–he to try his luck at the slots at Sunland Park and I to attend an El Paso High School Class of 1965 reunion committee meeting.

We left Lubbock about 7:15 a.m. on Thursday under almost perfect riding conditions and headed to Brownfield where we topped off the motorcycles.  From there, we rode to Plains to have a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito at Amigas Restaurant.

After that break, it was on to Lovington and Artesia, where we had the opportunity to buy some of the most expensive gas in the state of New Mexico, before resuming our journey to Cloudcroft. 

The ride to Cloudcroft was pleasant–the roads are fairly twisty and the surface was excellent.  Riders have to use caution, though, and be on the alert for critters–there was one small doe right by the road just a few miles east of Cloudcroft.

After gassing up in Cloudcroft, we began the hardest part of the trip–down the mountain and into the desert where the temperature was beginning to rise. 

We were sweating pretty good when we finally stopped on the Northeast side of El Paso to call my buddy and get something to drink.  After the refreshments, we took off over the mountain where Loyd stayed at a Holiday Inn and I went on to my classmate’s home.

The next morning, we both slept in a little bit, then hoped on the bikes for what was to be a pretty warm ride back home. 

It wasn’t too bad until after lunch in Carlsbad, but it really started to warm up as we approached Hobbs and the South Plains of Texas.  In Hobbs, Loyd used a water hose to dampen his jacket and I used it to spray off my clothes.

Even though it was hot, it wasn’t unbearable, and we were back home about 5:15. 

Both Harleys performed perfectly.

    Lubbock and the rest of the South Plains of Texas have been in the strong grip of a heat wave for several days. One day last week it the mercury even hit 107 degrees!

    Temperatures like that make riding the motorcycle less than pleasant and can just sap the energy out of riders. That’s one reason why the Harley Honey and I decided to stay inside the air-conditioned house this past weekend.

    Whenever I think about how hot it is here, I just have to remember that our craps dealer son lives where it’s really toasty. Here’s a link to a weather story from the Las Vegas newspaper that explains what I’m talking about http://www.lvrj.com/news/50710342.html

    Several years ago when we got on the shuttle bus at the Las Vegas airport I asked the driver how hot it was, and he replied that it was 113 degrees. One of the other riders on the bus added, “But it’s a dry heat.”

    To which the driver responded, “They bake turkeys in dry heat.”

    I felt like a plucked turkey after spending the weekend at the gaming tables, but the heat didn’t have anything to do with that.