Before checking out of The Hampton Inn hotel, we ate the complimentary breakfast, which consisted the typical continental fare (juices, cereal, fruit, bagels, etc), as well as biscuits, sliced ham, and fake eggs. Most everything was good, but our crew voted the eggs to be inedible. After breakfast, Ronnie and I headed to the get the bikes and load them at our hotel. Along the way to get said bikes, Ronnie discovered that he didn’t have his keys on him. “Hmmm, where could they be?” he asked. We walked back towards our hotel again and he got he extra set from Theresa. We headed back once again to the bikes, where we found the bikes in tact as well as Ronnie’s other set of keys in the lock on a compartment. Safe and sound, they stayed there all night. We packed the covers away and Ronnie counted his blessings then headed to get the bags… and the ladies (bags and ladies being separate, that is). We loaded the bikes once again, but before we took off, Ronnie felt the urge to check his wallet. He found that his credit card was missing… oh boy! We went through the normal questioning of “when was the last time you used it?” and “Theresa, do you have it?” Theresa hopped on the phone to call the credit card bank and report a lost card, when all of a sudden, it appeared out of thin air (aka Theresa’s shorts pocket from the prior night). We were 2 for 2 for the morning, hoping not for any other near miss, we headed out, saying, “see ya next time, Memphis” as we headed west in to Arkansas.
We gassed up in West Memphis Arkansas, then headed up 55 to catch 63 west through The People Rule state towards Ronnie’s sister and brother in-laws house in Nixa Missouri, our destination for the night. What is up with that motto anyway? Kind of boring… We made it to Portia before getting a drink of water at the local grocery store/gas station. Yes, two for one there. Anyway, after looking at scowls on everyone’s faces for a couple minutes (I would have one too if I had to live in that state), we were headed west again. We landed in West Plains for gas and lunch. Colston’s was our lunch stop, where everyone had salads except for me. I had the Southwest Chipotle Tips, which was chicken chunks over wild rice, with fresh veggies, which was quite good. The crew was quiet, since I believe their salads were good as well. Beers and waters accompanied lunch in this small Missouri town. We headed a little north to catch 60 hwy west on to the Springfield area and south to Nixa. We landed around 4:00 PM to wagging tails of the Brittany’s and a warm greeting from Marsha, Ronnie’s sister. Steve was tending to one of the Brittany’s, since the neighbors German Shepard had attacked it. Around 32 stitches all told, but “Babe” would be ok. Once Steve got back, we drank some beers near the pool and listened to some music as we recapped our trip to our new hosts. The night came quickly and we headed in a little earlier than normal for this trip.
Some revelations for this eighth leg of the road trip:
- Ronnie is showing signs of aging. Seriously… he lost two things nearly at the same time, and on the same day. (kidding Ronnie, we’ve all done it)
- Harleys are typically louder than Goldwings.
- Our room had a lot of trash in it, which I think someone snuck in and placed in there. It couldn’t have been us!
- Pools are cool.
- Brittany’s run fast. Squirrels do to, sometimes.
- Its ok to go to bed early, says Steve and Marsha (and Ronnie, of course).
- 310 miles this day - give or take – click here our general route.
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