Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Eureka Springs Arkansas - Blue Eye and The George Brothers

It was a slow, quiet morning. I finished yesterday's blog and Sherm got a text from the Texas ladies wondering if we were up to going to the Filling Station for breakfast. He replied that we were. Then he got a second text telling us they were already there and where were we? That spurred us to climb on the bikes and head over right away. Rumour has it that this establishment, formerly the Pancake House, was now operated by the folks who used to have The Roadhouse.

We had the breakfast buffet. Lots of good food, but not a lot on my Heart Healthy list.

The Filling Station

The Filling Station

Sandy and Waterman

Without us, they would have no business

A disturbing print (1956 by Roland Davies)

We wandered back to the motel where some had already headed out for their daily ride. Sherm and I decided we didn't want too big a production, so we headed out with the Texas girls and Didsbury Dave. Sherm let me lead the back way to Berryville (south to Ar 221). It's an easy enough route if you stick to the asphalt.

Arkansas 221

They are following

Sherm took over the lead as we headed through Berryville and on to Blue Eye, Missouri. This little town (population 167) sits astride the Missouri/Arkansas border.

If I was the devil
I'd hang out in Blue Eye, Missouri
Where the water and the mountain collide

These are the opening lyrics to a Pat Green song If I Was The Devil that Hot Sauce turned me on to many years ago. We took the obligatory photos and then discussed the next stage of the ride. Sherm was going to go back to ES but decided to stick with us as I pushed on to US 65.

Oak Grove Arkansas

The (Blue) Eyes of Texas

Sandy used their bathroom

Nice shirt

Sandy on the state line

I took the lead again as we rode out of Blue Eye. We stopped at the gas station at JJ Junction for fuel. Sherm filled the little Honda again. This time, the calculator said 86.4 miles per gallon. Wow. Soon we'll have to drain gas out of it. We rode on up across the bridge over Table Rock Lake to US 65. Just before that intersection, there was a new traffic circle that led to a new development on the north side.

I like this house by Table Rock Lake
Approaching the bridge over this arm of Table Rock Lake

They are still following

We turned south on US 65 and rode back across the Arkansas line. Towards Harrison, dark clouds were threatening but we turned west on US 62 before we reached them. I stopped in Alpena so we could check out a few shops.

Sedimentary layers along US 65

Rain ahead as we turn left on US 62

Sandy's Ridge

Stopped in Alpena Arkansas

When we came through here on Sunday, I had noted a chainsaw carving place. We took a look and watched some carving and also checked out a few antique shops.

Sandy and I in Alpena

This bench was sold

This bench was still up for grabs

Artiste at work on red cedar

She has won some awards

Down the block, The South shall rise again

Sandy bought us mugs

While we were parked in Alpena, two red/orange Polaris Slingshots went through town headed east. Then as we were getting ready to ride, another stopped before continuing west ahead of us. We caught up with it before we reached Berryville, and then we got ahead in traffic. It followed us to Motel 62, where it kept going. On the way, we passed another one heading east. These things seem to be getting popular.

Polaris Slingstot

Following the Slingshot

Car or motorcycle?

Gas price in Berryville (ES still $2.29)

More people had arrived while we were away. I tried to document a few.

Garry V out of Ontario

MILES on Garry's 2009 Kaw Voyager

El Nomad and Solo arriving from Colorado

We were a little hungry after the ride, so Didsbury Dave and Model T (from Okie City) joined Sandy and I for lunch at the Route 62 diner. Sandy had a shake and I had a patty melt with real hamburger. The server was friendly. Very friendly. Maybe too friendly. We found out all about her driver's licence suspensions. The restaurant had a number of portraits on the wall.  JFK was hung between Jackie and Marilyn Monroe. Fitting, I guess.

Motel 62 Diner

Looks retro

Lots of choices

Sandy, Dave and Model T

Back at the motel, we tried to get the temperamental WiFi to work so we could post some pictures of the day so far. We are having exactly the same issues that we had last year. Dropped connections, slow connections and, often, just an inability to connect.

Four VROC plates (one on a Vulcan)

Boomer's pretty new Gold Wing

Ice Cream unloading

Coyote greeting Sandy while JR watches

Coyote's Darkside Burgman

Sherm and Coyote pondering the WiFi


Magellan and El Nomad compare Voyager notes

Wompus and Solo negotiate for a rack while Montene and Sandy look on

Rainman and Tony D arrived about the same time

For entertainment tonight, Sherm had arranged for a trip to see The George Brothers. They used to own the Ozark Mountain Hoedown Theater within walking distance of Motel 62. That was where we saw them the last two years. They sold the Hoedown when they started touring and now play a small venue called Outlaw Willie when they are in town. They feature country music (now a Willie Nelson tribute), comedy and audience interaction. The best advice is to not come to their attention. More on that in a minute.

Outlaw Willie

Randall 'P. Nutt' George and Bass Man

Dawayne 'Ponytail' George with Marla and Cassie

Now more on keeping a low profile. Sherm, Sandy and I arrived at Outlaw Willie early because Sherm had all the names of the people who had paid. Watchman came in and told me Lucky Al had walked over to the Ozark Mountain Hoedown, apparently not aware of the change of venue. Not wanting Al to miss the show, I climbed on the bike to head back and let him know. Half way back, my cell phone rang but I couldn't answer hands free because I wasn't wearing a helmet/headset. It kept ringing.

I found Al waiting under the Hoedown sign, cell phone in hand. He kept calling because my US cell phone message kept telling him I wasn't in the USA. My bad. He asked for a ride to the show because he had disassembled the front brakes on his bike. I said sure, but he'd have to find another way back.

Al is not a small lad. I adjusted my spring pre-load to the max 25, wishing for maybe 40. I could feel the weight behind me as we rode back through town but it didn't become an issue until we pulled into the parking lot. Riders very often don't have the best passenger instincts. When the bike stops, don't shift your weight to one side to try to get a foot on the ground. I almost lost it one way and then the other. Brother P. Nutt George stepped in to help keep the bike upright. This, of course, painted a bullseye on both of us. It didn't help that Celine Dion was singing My Heart Will Go On over the bike stereo as we pulled in.

There were 29 of us and two walk-in folks from Kansas City when the show started at 7:30 sharp. The brothers opened with Willie. Then they (Randall particularly) interacted with some of the audience members. Al and I were near the top of the list (I was either cue-ball due to my very short hair or Gold Wing). A quartet of guys including both of us and Southern Draw were drafted to sing the refrain from Momma, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys. I actually enjoyed that. There was some dancing and more group participation. Because Ponytail won't sing Julio Iglesias, they drafted a few guys to sing his part in To All The Girls I Loved Before. These included Al, Jason, Southern Draw, Sherm and 'Chicken Legs' Lanny.

Momma, don't let your babies.....

Al doing Julio

Now Jason tries

Beyull (Southern Draw) does a version

Sherm sings bass.....

Lanny (I need a songbook)...

...and his chicken legs

Sandy and Ponytail

Sandy and P. Nutt

I think everyone enjoyed the show. I know we did. My only personal disappointment was that Leslie 'Girl' Wright wasn't there.

We rode back to the motel and spent the evening hanging out in the parking lot. Sandy and I didn't get to bed until nearly midnight, way late for us these days.

Garry V relaxing

Buff and Mitch getting directions from Lucky Al

Traci, Vicki and Kay

Brandon and Flamekiller

The perfect evening

JR and Mas Tequila

Lanny, Brandon and Dee listening closely to Tim

The groom-to-be was still up

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