Coming up Bilko`s rear

Up at 6am the next Morning and Changed the FD oil again. I can do this in about 15 mins now start to finish:)
I bid Brian farewell and had to force a few dollars on him for his hospitality as he was adamant he was glad to help. A cracking bloke there:thumb2

I headed east out of Denver and not having a clue where to go next just pinned the throttle and focused on getting a few miles under my belt. Very soon I hit Kansas. There are some seriously long roads here with no bends at all and very little scenery. Just miles and miles of farmland.
Not a lot to say about todays journey as it was quite uneventful.
About 5 ish I spotted the town of Hays displayed on an off ramp on the freeway and decided that would be my billet for the night.

I road into town and found the familiar red neon BAR sign that led to Beer.
As I walked in the whole place stopped and looked my way in true western style.
After ordering 2 beers straight away that seemed to break the Ice and the locals started chatting away at this stranger that had wandered into town.
An old guy said he had live there 65 years and never had heard of anyone just "visiting" Hays, Kansas.
In all fairness there isn`t a lot there.
A cheap Motel was only a couple of blocks away and I think I was asleep by 9pm.

Start: Bad case of loving you, Robert Palmer
Finish: Rolling stones, Honkey Tonk woman
Mileage: 4435
 
Wheels rolling for 9am and a quick 100 miles under my belt on perfectly straight roads with nothing but corn to look at and I find myself just South of Salina stopping for a spot of brunch.
A few more hundred miles and thanking god I decided on updating my Ipod Playlists before I left the UK and I arrive In Tulsa.
I carried out my usual drill and found a bar on the outside of town and stepped inside for a beverage and a spot of local Knowledge.

To say this bar was a bit rough is like saying that airhead owners stink of wee,,,,,,,,,,, a bit:D

There was at least 3 crack pipes on the go and enough hash smoke in the air to stone a rhino.
They had never met anyone from out of their own state never mind from a different country.
To cut a long story short my advice would be as follows:
DO NOT slag of NASCAR racing and say "it all looks a bit boring" in a bar full of cracked up NASCAR fans in Tulsa Oklahoma.

I made my escape out of the fire exit and had to sacrifice the beer and Jack I had just ordered in a view to convincing them I would return ( you would think their suspicions where aroused when I left for the bathroom with my helmet and jacket under my arm):D

Awful overpriced hotel and dined on the Mini Bar:)

Start: House of the king, Focus
Finish: All right now, Free
Mileage: 4800
 
Approaching the bike in the morning I see a small pool of oil below the FD Shite!!!:(
Back in the Motel I googled BMW dealers and as luck would have it there was one in Tulsa not 3 miles from where I was.
I limped in there about 10 in the morning and asked if they could help me.
They couldn`t do enough to be of assistance. After seeing me sweating in the mid morning sun they got one of their guys to take my bike in the workshop as they filled my camel back with iced water and fed me on donuts and coffee,,,,when in Rome..........

After 30 mins the mechanic summoned me in the workshop and said to my shock/relief that there was nothing wrong with the FD and the oil was coming from my gearbox as it had been over filled at the last service and the Heat had caused it to expand and came through the seal. Gravity had caused the oil to seep along the swing arm and pool in the area of the FD.
A lesson learnt there for me!!!

What did they charge you ask, for feeding me and giving me all that piece of mind for the rest of my trip?????????????

Not a bean. They just asked if they could take a picture and stick it on their wall and website and maybe add some text to the effect they had helped a lone Brit crossing the states on his 1200. I agreed:)
And here is the pic.
 

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Looking at the map in the BMW dealers I see a place called Hot Springs in Arkansas and decide thats tonights bed. I stuck the Zumo on shortest route and was rewarded with some fantastic deserted roads. Passing through some cracking little towns.
Not exactly breathtaking scenery but nice all the same, lots of farmland and crops. It made for a great ride.

The temperature was above a 100 most the time now and it was like riding with a hair dryer in your face for 10 hours. The Belstaff was shortly going to find itself strapped to the back of the bike.:)

I stopped off in a diner and met the tiny little chef who wanted a picture by the bike. He made a blinding Jerk Pork Sandwich.:thumb2
 

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:bow just found this bloody thread which has delayed me going to bed !

Brilliant read SG.. enjoyed every minute so far...thanks :clap
 
Forgot to finish that bit:)
When I arrived at Brians after my Pannierless leg round the rockies the FD had arrived.
41 hours from Asking Mav if I can have it to landing in a garage in Denver, Fairplay to Fedex:thumb2 (£153)

As the FD had been running ok I decided to bubble wrap it and stick it in the bottom of my pannier as I had the tools with me to change it if I needed.

As it turned out I didn`t and its still in my pannier waiting its safe return back to Mav.
:thumb2
 
As I approached Hot Springs I had no idea what to expect as I had just picked the place from the Map I had with me.
10 miles out I started seeing lots of Harleys ( and just Harleys) pass me on the roads around there.
As I got into Benton I thought these people must love bikes as the whole town was full of them.
I parked up in a gap in a line of about 20 harleys outside a bar and endured the puzzled looks from the beer guzzling leather clad Creatures. I then trotted off inside to get my local knowledge from the bar staff.
As it turned out It was the Arkansas annual Harley meeting in town that weekend which meant finding a room would be tricky to say the least.
After an hour of calling motels I gave up and hit the road again.
Tragically to find a road block where a couple had been killed under the wheels of a truck......No Helmets on:(

This was early evening now and the temperature started to drop so I just kept going.
After 50 Miles I entered a town called Benton and found a Days Inn on the outskirts of town.
Room stank of cigarette smoke and it was a bit minging. Managed to get internet though and received an email from Mav saying he was in New York at the end of the week and to drop in if I was around.
New York wasn`t in my plan but I thought I would bare it in mind all the same.

Start:Use Somebody, Kings of Leon
Finish: Love Gun, Kiss
Mileage: 5117
 
Bloody awful nights kip, too hot not to have the AC on and when it was on it sounded Like a 1200 thats been on its side for too long and you start it up to find there is no oil in one side of the engine ( a noise I am quite familiar with).

I hit the road about 9 and the temp was already above 100 so I ditched the Belstaff on the back of the bike and road in a highly un-armored North Face shirt.:)
I eventually saw signs for the State of Mississippi and thought I would give it a go. I had a plan of getting to Memphis at some point but was in no hurry and I don`t remember meeting many folk that had been to Mississippi so decided to tick that box.
The word that springs to mind down there is Poverty::(
Lots of little towns with two thirds of the stores all closed and the majority of folk just hanging round on their porches doing very little.
 

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Did u manage to get to Jersey with all this shit weather:eek:
 


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