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BEST BURGER AT BOUDREUX BURGER BARN
Awesome weather, Awesome day, Awesome Ride ... we FSSNOC members from ThumperVille met up at PECK, KS yesterday ... You've heard the motto, "All roads lead to ________!" All this was yesterday, Tuesday, October 6th.
"Meet Me in Peck for a burger tomorrow" was the essence of my mid-day text on Monday, the 5th.
Well, Peck ... as it seems ... Only one road leads to Peck but that one road can be accessed from seemingly countless directions on a variety of roads and none of them seem to go there. And, that one road is only about 5 miles long and you have to find it to get there.
The motto of the "city", is ... "Where the heck is Peck?" ... and they have t-shirts to celebrate it!
We had four machines, all different. I arrived first on the KLR650, on the photo's right. I noted that my reset trip odometer registered 80 miles ... it was 12:15PM, I had left the shed at 10:30AM.
I found my parking spot in the grassy, once-graveled lot (this may have been a school yard at one time?), I made sure the stand wouldn't sink into the soft soil (we'd just had 7" of rain a few days ago!), I turned the key off ... I could hear this soft kinda muted "putt-putt-putt" coming from the south. It was a Thumper alright ... chuff, chuff, chuff ... such a sweet sound!
A headlight pops into my view, then a helmet, then a rider ... it's a DR650 Suzuki, rolling into Peck via a narrow dirt road. What a lovely sight, the headlight, the white helmet, the dust halo ... and he rolls into the lot and parks alongside the still cooling KLR ... it's Tim, #5258 (author of Thunder On The Prairie in TN#164), he lives just a few blocks from FSSNOC headquarters here in T-Ville.
Tim's odometer probably would have shown quite a few more miles than mine did, he had left town about 9:30AM, heading the general direction of Peck via dirt roads. His unplanned route had taken him a considerable distance past Peck so he had to do a "U" turn, direction-wise, we Thumper riders love "U" turns (getting "lost" is a privilege!) ... great fun!
Then, and this one is rolling in from the west on asphalt, Tim and I hear another arriving motorbike, this one a twin 650cc Royal Enfield ... it's Ron, #4570, that'd be the third bike from the right in the photo.
Table Time was 12:30PM ... at 12:35, we walk to the eatery ... again, this may have been a school building at some time, not sure. Inside, only one table was left and it offered seating for four, perfect! I place my helmet atop the table to stake our claim and we all went up front to order our lunch. $9.50 was a cheeseburger and fries ... we all three went that way. We returned to our table to await of grub, the chatter begins...
Fashionably late as usual, in comes FSSNOC #5466, Mr. Higgs ... yah, that Mr. Higgs, owner of the famed Red Rocket ... see TN#163 centerfold ... and if you like, it's for sale ... shoot this site an email if you have an interest in that interesting Thumper, a BMW650 single. Now we are a foursome...
By now, the place is a-buzz with customers. Our food arrives ... and it is awesome. We laugh, we dine, we enjoy ... what a great day! I describe my burger as "delicious" ... not a term that one usually hears for a cheeseburger, it is THAT good! There is a sticker on the trash can, says, "Life is short, eat your fries!" ... my burger was so good and so big that I gave most of my fries to Tim. He is planning to take them home, put them in the freezer, and later to take them out, chop them up, and make hashbrowns out of them to go with his breakfast eggs ... I said, "Sure, do that and invite me over for breakfast!" ...
After our lunch we parted ways, clutch hands waving in the air, and smiles on our faces ... so fun! Some texts:
Ron - Was a good day for me with great company and an excellent cheeseburger at Peck!
Jack - A lovely, lovely day!!! 183 miles of smiles. 66.3mpg. An amazing burger!
Mr. Higgs - Yep! It was great! Made my 3:00PM Bible Study ... (his Garmin registered 108 trip miles, ?? mph top speed, 42 mile per hour average, stopped time of 2.09, moving time of 2.33)
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Jack,
Here is a picture per your request for photos. I’m not real happy with it, but best I can do right now. My wife is recovering from surgery and I don’t want to leave her alone for very long. I ran down to the Rose Bowl this morning (it is within walking distance from our home).
No worries if you can’t use it. It would be better later in the day when the tank on the bike is not in shadow.
If you want me to try it again, I can probably do so. In any event, check is in the mail to renew my membership and for a hat. Thanks for your great work.
Joe, #4591
(REPLY TO JOE) THANKS MUCH, JOE! I couldn't see the BSA, maybe an angle shot? As time allows, try again if you are willing ... you know, we'd love to know that rig's story for a Thumper News article sometime, it is so beautiful, so shiny!! Wow! - #000.
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ON WITH THE SHOW, SEE YA OVER AT THE HISTORY PAGE....... #000
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UPDATES BELOW ARE FROM AN EARLIER POST:
When is the last time you all took ...
A LAZY DAY SUNDAY AFTERNOON RIDE?
Sometimes it just feels good to break off by yourself or with your road-mate for a semi-unplanned loop through the backroads of your own, though in this case somewhat distant, backyard ...
Last Sunday, Carrie and I did that very thing ... and yes, it felt good! No road map, no GPS, just a general destination of nearby Pratt City, Ks ... a mere 55 miles away by Highway 61, generally in a southwest direction.
So why Pratt City? Well, it's a long story short ... our local m/c club has an annual member activity "contest", one gets "points" for completing various riding destinations throughout the month. These accumulated points are to be each member's answer to the monthly club business meeting's roll call ... and at the end of the year, one usually gets what the little boy had in his hand ... nothing. But for some, that is enough ... as we all know, the fun is in the miles and smiles, particularly if those miles are Thumper miles, right? Pratt was the Simon Sez ride for September.
At 1:15PM this last Sunday, we rolled our Thumpers out of the shed and into the afternoon sunshine of a beautiful late Summer/early Autumn day. Not too hot, not too cold ... still wearing our Summer Outer gear but today we did wear long sleeved tees as we motored out of the hustle and bustle of the city ... (grin).
We stayed on paved backroads, turning left, then right, then straight, etc ... as we worked our relaxed way generally toward Pratt.
At 3:07PM, the above photo, according to my phone, was taken. We had stopped to visit a site that has been there for years, so familiar to the locals that most motorists don't even lift as they go by this impressive array of yesteryear planes ... it is what is left of the old WWII Pratt Army Airbase. According to local signage, this Base is noted to be a very important USA Base during that period of history. This location was on Highway 281 just a few miles north of Pratt.
We motored on toward Pratt, stopping for a bit in Pratt so that Carrie could refuel her Honda at a local "Pumps On 24 Hours" site on south Main street. Pratt's spacious Main street was so quiet on this Sunday afternoon that the stoplights were on "auto-blink yellow" ... kinda nice, kinda Sunday afternoon lazy, really.
I had parked in the shade on the west side of the street while Carrie had gassed across the way ... when she was topped-off, she returned to park alongside. We paused for a moment just to enjoy the quiet...
I heard a Thumper! A small bore, yes, but still a Thumper ... a silver with wine colored graphics Honda SL125 chugged by, its helmeted rider turning to look and wave ... time stood still ... it was 1971 again.
When the time warp faded, we continued on our way ...
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