We awoke this morning to a beautiful day, and rode the 30 or so miles to the Barber Motorsports museum and racetrack outside Birmingham, Alabama. www.barbermuseum.org
Amazing place. I'll let the pictures try to convey how impressive it is, but if you like bikes, you need to go. We spent a ton of time there. The museum overlooks the racetrack, and there was a track day going on today, so Hank was jonesing to be out there. It didn't happen.
Anyhow, we got back on the road and followed the GPS West. It took us across Alabama, Mississippi and part of Arkansas completely on back roads. Really good back roads. We had a bit of a moment when a local sheriff heading the other way hit his lights as we passed him at a "spirited" pace, but he kept going his way, and we ours, though a bit more slowly. We finally hopped up on I-40 about 40 miles East of Little Rock, Arkansas and headed West. Interstates have no soul. Back roads have soul. They have small towns, grain elevators, combines working the fields, and a freaky Norman Rockwellesque quality that just works. Today was a good day.
Until the motel.
Actually, the motel is okay, but when we got into the room, there was a little surprise. Not in a corner, not hidden up against the wall, but on the floor BETWEEN THE BEDS!!! Check out the pictures, but if you can't (or don't want to) tell what it is.....
yes, it's a toenail. a painted, full toenail. someone else's toenail. toenail, toenail, toenail.
Goodnight from HoJo's! Tomorrow we ride part of old Route 66 and hopefully dine at the Big Texan Steak Ranch in Amarillo.
Thanks for reading!
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4 comments:
sounds like the trip has been a success so far - Can't believe you guys have already made it so far west!
Just a toenail - some folks leave the entire dead hooker behind...
HoJo's? I thought you guys were gonna be sleeping in tents. Come on, rough it a bit... maybe turn your gps of for five minutes and go from there.
Good post.
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