Flooded river in Miami, OK across part of Route 66.
Two ol' boys standing on a bridge, one says the water is deep......
notice the sign
We were supposed to ride this section of the road.
Definitely a river view.
One of the old fancy movie theaters.
My friends Stan & Val who I rode with most of the week.....and who put up with me along the way.
The city were 34 of us started our bike ride on 66 up to St. Louis in October 2009.
Had dinner here the 1st night.
1st morning briefing before heading out on our bikes.
The gang's all here. Oct 17, 2009 was the best day for weather all week.
Riding into Kansas from Oklahoma.
1st rest stop in little town on Rte 66
Does this reflection make us look fat and short?
Self photo, note the reflection in my sunglasses too.
Trying to ride my bike up the arch.
Seems to be typical photo of cars all along our route. Dozens of lots or junk yards like this one.
One of the flat spots we had riding into the one of the towns.
One of the very few remaining businesses in Galena, KS was this knife shop. Note the knife pointing to Stan coming into the picture at the left.
New windows for a very old building. How old is this truck?
Photo op in Galena.
I bet this old garage was nice 50 years ago.
What a difference on views just a few miles down the road. This was someone's house or maybe a country club.
Note the flag blowing straight out....we rode into this head wind. Guess this is where to buy your guitar.
Ah, the rest stop at the local pub. Just across Ozark Machine shop.
Another almost ghost town, that we rode through.
This railroad tressel appeared to be very old.
A pic of Stan behind me.
Stan telling me that I'm number 1 in his list of bike buddies.
One of the many churches we saw along the way that were now closed.
What was this? The sign says bookstore but could you get beer here too. Needs a little work on the shrubbery, don't you think.
Next door to the book store was this trailer park. Lots of old rusty mail boxes. But people still lived here.
Breakfast the next morning in Carthage, MO. Was a 2 mile ride from the hotel. And was a little chilly that morning about 41F.
Making new friends, having coffee and talking. Breakfast took about over an hour every morning.
The locally famous Crap Duster, flying manuer spreader.
Waiting for out police escorts to help us ride safely out of town for the next 37 miles.
Our morning rest stop. Some guy still used this old building as a storage locker for his flea market junk.
Stan's cowboy hat falling off.
Lunch at a diner on the way. And time to warm up and dry out our sweaty clothes along with talk about biking.
Our 2nd rest stop of the day in another dead little town.
Next door to the place were we had our rest stop.
A view of our route, the sky and the hills to come.
Not sure what this used to be. Surprised that is was still standing.
The place to rent cabins.....maybe 50 years ago. See the next pic.
One of the cabins.
A bit hanging from the ceiling of the walkway outside the room of our hotel.
My room for the night in the historic motel. The bed was original too, I think. It was lumpy, squeaky and saggy.
The bathroom and decor.
Getting ready for our morning ride out of town.
A look off into the distance where we are headed. This is route 44 with all the traffic.
A bridge across the Big Piney River near Devils Elbow, MO.
Looking down the road on part of old 66.
Beauty of the local community.
Terry the owner and our host at dinner the night before. Former Marine.
Group photo in front of Elbow Inn at Devil's Elbow, MO. Note the brown sign that says Harley Parking ONLY.
The rain stopped long enough for a picture of the scenery.
Riders coming in for a Rest Stop.
Our rest stop in a town that looks like most along the route.
Note the rain drops on my round little rear-view mirror as we are coming into Rolla.
47 degrees at lunch time.
The hills are alive.
Note how hard the flag is blowing.....we sure did.
Top of one of the many longggggg hills that we climbed.
Hey, is it getting warmer? But still is windy.
