Trixie Pix

Torontonian, watch this space, hey Steve get back to me about that Pazon Sure Fire unit
Regards Mike

O.K. will watch but heads up you can't be shootin' at those big bucketmouths under regulations.Up here you can spear or bowhunt but have only seen it for carp from boats.If caught you will have your vehicle confiscated as it was used to help commit the offence. Crazy would not like a cold impound yard methinks. :cry: SPEARS cannot be possessed on or within 30 m.(98 ft.)of the edge of any waterbody except when fishing for carp and white sucker as described on this page... blah blah....Northern Pike spearing is not allowed (It was for years). Bow and arrow:includes all longbows. Species:Bowfin,Carp,White sucker,Lake Whitefish and Herring.

oH yeah I forgot about the bow fishers. They tell me they can get fish as deep as six feet down. I've grown up on water and just never gave a thought to license or limits on what ever I could catch. But I didn't catch that much to matter, certainly not the biggest ones that keep the stocks up. They are having to re-think fishing policy to let the little ones go and keep the big ones. I also went through a long phase of yogic paths and they frowned on killing stuff as a karmic cost thing but after having so much death w/o my intention i gave up and kill what ever I like if its in the way and don't kill me first. hobot hunts with helmet.

Some shots of first real trip out after re-ring smoker job. Had a slow mo crash following a dirt bike with knobbies up a short cut, no damage just strain to slide backwards 50 yd on locked brake and two guys controlling it till off the ledge to Gravel path security again : ) But discovered a sea of green to take on with Peel someday. Way too rough gopher cratered to enjoy much spirit on an ordinary street Cdo. This pasture dropped off dramatically on other side but big enough area to keep some momentum going to climb out of the deep swells.

Got in a few hours and two tank top off today on productive commutes across 3 counties in paradise. Not pink flying piglets but closest encounter in Eureka Springs today. Kinda flogged Trixie on the way back beating full darkness that conceals the evil ones.

Re-ring job holding up, carbs and air filter renewed, so had a fling with Wesley northward this after noon. We both had small shopping list so aimed at a town then on to tourist city for a meal and a brew. Eureka Springs is so tight you can shake hands with people on sidewalks. I got a couple of Commando hi fives, but one shoulder punch at the delight of one with Cdo so close and alive. I was in mood to set legal pace back home but Wes disappeared at edge of 'city' so went an found him waiting with a big grin... at the entrance to Race Track Road. OH No Mr. Bill not a Combat wet sumping run...

WOT can delay THE HInge, till letting off, then worser than creeping up on it from below. Like riding a flat is ok if not a surprise onset. THE HInge should never ever surprise ya.

View from the balcony restaurant of 1905 Basin Hotel onto Mud Street and adjacent park with a band playing.




Had a dash of rain.


There is always a snake in Paradise, this is mine and Wes's. Fresh road grader fluffed road edge to road edge.

mid way drive way heading home.



For about 2 yrs Ms Peel made friends far and wide that still swing by the chance to connect again.

HEY,
what's that standing in the garden there,....
looks like a Nude woman, wearing long leather boots.
AC.

The Basin Park spring is a big grotto with band stage craved out of the limestone bluff face. That tan object is a hanging picture or sign seen more edge on than face on. I think it said Africa in the Ozarks for the band that played half Reggie half African music with a good base whoofer that out thumped the idling Harley's parades. I think Eureka Springs is my all time favorite city in USofA, on a level with some of the cities of Europe that are like Carnival towns with more people out and about than cars and parking lots of regular modern city. In good conditions easy more cycles everywhere than cars. Its a hi percentage of creative artists of all the arts plus home and mecca for gays and transgenders - both men and women and neutered, with all the style and fun and antics they bring with them. Halloween is the top gay event that is a hoot and a half at the costume contests that cycle through the various bars all night long. Christmas parade is right out of Victorian times of The Scrooge with mostly Church groups floats and local clubs, Boy Scouts to fish and hunting resorts that the gays crowds does not interfere with by lude-half nude costumes and behavior. For the nude women dancing and skinny dipping there are closed gate ticket or invitation only festivals way out in the woods, usually biker oriented as the more hippy ones are more sedate with kids and families. I've taken Wes to one with our cycles last year, Wes got hit on but didn't respond and said the gal got upset she didn't get what she wanted. Similar happened to me this last wk end w/o Wes along but she just got too tired and stoned from her long travel there so we just snugged a bit til she fell asleep and I returned to the music and bon fire with my big Blue/Yellow MaCaw dancing and playing with everyone hi as a kite on all the attention.

here's some more Basin Springs Park sights
http://www.eurekaspringshistory.com/HTM ... pter1-.pdf

Wife found feral kittens 8 yr ago and apparently the Tom had some blood liver disease that's now about to kill him. Vet said try raw liver but none to be had in that town. Got home and given a mission to bring back a slab of beef liver, at 7 pm... Car or bike, car of bike, duh - ya only live once some say.... I love to be sent out on missions to ride with 'purpose'. Beat the odds - only deer were off to the sides in settled clusters by deep dusk return. Only one lazy dog laying in path to dodge, in extra deep Gravel in a nice bend, rear slipped out so fast and easy I had screaming in helmet again. But its just natural animal body reaction I roll eye's over like your horse crying and bucking at a snake under foot, ya just spur it onwards...
You'all hear screams on most rides too don't ya?

Here's an open with horizon lumps looking north. Such low traffic no one passed by while taking my time, ahhh... Nothing shiny by time Wes or I reach pavement.


Oh yeah discovered this a few evenings ago noticing a cool area under foot. R boot only has the toe rim trim. Took me a while to remember on some rides before tests to avoid THE HInge, I stamped L foot down to taste for gritty invisible sand, shadowed wetness or polish state in various lighting conditions. If foot jerked behind I grin and get on it, if not whao nelly not yet. Time for my 3rd sole's reintarnation. Btw only use thick heel for road polo.

These old things kinda grow on ya, so Wes and I took half a day off on two Cdo's for about 200 miles and about a dozen stops with single kicks to fire no matter who was watching. Its still a kick on the attention they incite. Last gas stop a gal in shorts just grinned and grinned saying Oh How pretty a few times, while someone in next car telling us about his '75 Asian kick starter restore. We only took the swoopy routes today that didn't go nowhere so hardly had to slow down the trace in spring weather this side and that, that side and this, this way then thatttttttttttt till the other wayyyyyyyy then over againnnnnnnn and so on ...

Here's a couple of stops on the day

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[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTCwIEjVbUw[/video]

crabs cakes and fried green beans and non sweet tea in a dry county with eyeball stretching view on over hanging deck




Much as I love to stay in saddle of my Commando, it also make me prone to side trip adventure stops. After Wes Peeled off home I'd 20 miles return but visited some old folks to check on and while going back to pavement came upon this sight as they piled out like Mexicans across the open boarders. A dozen students on a field trip being show plants, some that only occur on this Dripping Srpings bluff face over Dry Fork creek that eventually ends up in my front yard. Learned to id tree's I'd wondered about. But also proof them Commandos are chick magnets regardless of the pilot : )

Couple of wrong color Brits in our village square, both with heated black leather seats.



Nothing runs like a deer, in this case its a X-mass rain deer lit up Dec.

Gotta say, you get around, Steve.

Dave
69S

Well not all that far but as often as possible, practical or required. Its going to get too hot to stand and almost was today. A lot goes by I don't photo. Today after my daily 40 for work I added 100 by an errand trip with a stop in Eureka Springs, where Trixie is such a hit people think I'm a cool dude, buy me beer and do a parade trip around town together. Today's invite was with a 1200 foot forward Sportster making noise roaring up the narrow steeps. I don't often stay in 1st d/t bush wear but had some fun howling in spurts, snapping and chopping throttle, encouraged by people in balconies and store front cheering at the SNorton. By Jove I found out a Combat can pull a wheelie doing that, so backed down and no one arrested. Btw the gals are out in short shorts and revealing tops so food for the eyes everywhere in ES. May get camera mounted soon so can offer more flavors of curves to share. Its sort of like one on going New Orleans Mardi Gra.

Some great shots there Mate ~

And then you topped the cake (shots) off with a lovely ~ lovely local lady ~ Hmmm!!!!

These last few shots were googled images but daily sights in ES's. Will aim for some real tongue stiffeners I bet I can entice to display their goodies on a cute yellar Commando. I'll have to bring in Wesley for this new side line hobby you inspired. I fell in lust at least 4 times but LAB may not approve. My returned presence on a Commando is getting around again. Gassed up at next town and told I was seen dishing it out on Combat cam on a sweeper on my work commute couple days ago. The sports bikers here usually don't top 90 in the opens, that's just upper cruise range swoops on my factory Combat. Trouble is Combats' elastic engines on 2S cam spray oil mess so after a wash down I hold it down till the showing is done and returning home. The fella I toured town with insisted I follow even though I knew the way, then was told he's known by the police and wanted me to block for him. BTW they passed a local ordinance to ignore pot smokers as bikers are the life blood of the place and they know it. One of the bicycle police is real deal Jamaican black dude that's a hoot but won't do anything to alert his sense of duty...
Come on out to Ozark paradise the hi is so fine.

R click view image for the full hit
The Eureka Springs Police Department has maintained bike patrol throughout the downtown area of the city since 2001. Angelo Yao patrols these winding and mountainous streets throughout the year. He assists with parking, traffic control, pedistrian information and overall policeman charm in the downtown area!

Impressive stuff ... mate.

Ride to work was like another holiday then called Wes to get down to our Ozark riding business.
Tree falls are not that uncommon and this was not an issue - unless oncoming timid driver suddenly wakes up to swing into my lane, or falls just around a bend all the way across...


Many the hill folk are space cadets too and flaunt it. Three serious propane fuel lines installed.



After refreshments and gas up in the little alps, about to drop off the plateau into the more eroded contours home.

Mate that last shot could be sold as (many scenery) down Under ~ Australia ~

Keep them coming !