So, I got a late start today. The weather was beautiful when I got up, so I decided to take some time to work on a few minor issues with the bike… mainly ergonomic.
Played with the windshield angle as the top of it was right in my field of view. Figured out a better way to strap the first aid kit. Adjusted the tire pressures (still need to work on the rear – it’s getting too hot/building too much pressure… gonna bump it up more to stiffen the tire so it’ll run cooler). Angled some of the electronics, got my dash camera going, tethered my microphone so if it falls off I won’t lose it (like my MP3 player! And, oddly enough, an hour into today’s ride the tether caught the mic as it fell off!).
With a nasty hotel continental breakfast (cinnamon buns and a danish) I’m off to Memphis.
Then the traffic jam… an hour long, 10 feet at a time.
Great practice for my slow riding skills, especially with the bike loaded.
I didn’t pull into Memphis until 1pm (the plan was for 10am!), and Memphis is rather underwhelming.
Pretty run down. But, there it was in front of me. The mecca of Rock and Roll. Sun Studio!
Sam Phillips recorded Elvis, BB King, Howlin’ Wolf, Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash, and Jerry Lee Lewis here, exposing the Rock N Roll sound to the world. The tour of the studio, still all original, and still in use today, was amazing. They even still use the original Shure 55 mic that was used to record all the classics we know and love.
With Cash, Jerry, and Orbison in my head, I slip down the highway into the windy plains if Arkansas… wide open… the plains, and the bike! Dallas, TX here I come,
At first it sprinkles… then it rains. I stop for fuel and to gear up better for the rain. It’s dusk going into dark. I jump back out on the interstate only
to discover that I can’t see ANYTHING. My windscreen and visor are coated, so I pull open my visor. Before long I can’t see through my glasses.
At 70mph I remove my glasses, and the rain pelts my exposed cheeks and eyes. I put the
hazard flashers on, stand up on the pegs to better see the lines on the road, and pray for an exit soon. 2 miles down the road I manage to pul
l off onto a ramp I can’t even see. There in the distance is a Super 8, and in it I now sit, drying my clothes, eaten chinese delivery, and writing this.
Tomorrow it’s supposed to snow in
Dallas… same forecast as Hamilton, ON. I’m going to head to Houston instead at first light and try to beat the snow storm. If it works, I’ll be in Mexico Monday morning.