Dog does all three Twisted sisters. Bada bing!
Well, 852 miles latter, we returned home, half frozen, from a fantastic three day jaunt with South Coast to ride the vaunted Texas Twisted Sister ranch roads. As this is Texas, where everything is bigger and supposedly better, The sisters are the answer to that puny little road in Tenn., the Dragon. Not a stunted 11 mile run from no where to no where but a grueling 320 miles of in out, up down and ever tightening corners from one tiny town to another tiny town out in no where.
We left Houston early Sunday for South Coast's hot rod heaven in Rosenberg. Weather was to be in the low 30s during the nights but a blistering 44 to 55 in the day with just a smidgen of rain thrown in. So we packed and wore only mild winter gear. First day was just super and after a great dinner we went off to sleep thinking how great the next day would be on the deserted twisties. No 40 bike HD trains to slow us down, all the high school squids safely in school and very few cars going to and from no where.
Not. 29 in the early morning with wind chill and only 37 out of the wind. We put on every piece of clothing we had under our rain suits. One mile out of town I whimped out and found a tractor store open to buy another pair of gloves. South gave me a pair of rubber work gloves as a liner and with the three pairs of gloves on off we went.
You can not believe how great, fantastic, unbelievable it is to ride as hard as you want on such well kept roads. Scaring the pee wodden out of yourself on the whups hills. From the top to the bottom and 300 foot fall and back up the next hill in the 3 digits only to panic at the top as you can not see where the road goes.
Colder and windy we stopped only for gas and a bite of food. Now here in the tightest twisties, South Coast decided to show off his 24 years as a dirt bike racer on one very tight corner. As Dog said, "a real show off". All ended well and I will let South Coast tell the tale of his showing off but after we regathered our senses, I took the lead. Shame.
Now Dog is not riding his trusty Bonny but atop my beautiful graphite lady Sprint. With her trick suspension and a few other nice things I consider her a true lady of the twisty road. Dog said she was a touch light in the feet like "light in the loafers?" I asked.
No, but the Bonny clomps along in boots whilst the ST uses slippers he responds. I still think he was being sexist. But as any one who ever rode with Dog knows, he can ride and in a very short while he had mastered the sweet girl and wore spots of his boots off that had never touched asphalt before. Now I am mad and jealous.
After 320 miles we made it back to the hotel, barely made the dinner cut off at the bar and stayed up telling lies to one another as all bikers do. We awoke at dawn early to a frigid cold and a 250 mile run home. A normal interstate trip of 4 hours. Took us almost 8. We had to eat and drink hot coffee, stop for gas a couple times and each stop got longer so we could warm up enough to hold onto the bars. But we made it.
South Coast has a Sprint and I rode my "Rolly Polly" 1200 SE. So the three of us "old timers" and the "kid" did our selves proud and my admiration of Dog's riding abilities continue to grow.
We have just a short time before Dog ventures homes
so we are going to shake a few of the other girls up in the garage and venture forth better dressed for another adventure further south, maybe toward Mexico so Dog will go home having ridden every type road possible. I will update any one who cares here in a week or so with tales of our next road trip.