To stay active, there are plenty of hikes on their private property. When the Can-Ams first came onto the market I think the MSRP was $16K on the corner of my mother-in-law’s street there was a Renault Dealer who also sold the Can-Ams.This beautiful and secluded wood cabin is a great place to escape for a weekend. My wife (who is Colombian) and I, both retired, travel a lot I learned a long time ago when I was stationed in Japan to not be an Ugly American that continues still and I have a whole lot more fun that way! My goal is to one day ride a motorcycle from the main road to our house in the mountains outside of Bogota but I can’t afford to buy one there – import duties on non-Colombian motor vehicles was 100%. His very appropriate comments were – It really doesn’t matter what you’re riding as long as your in the wind, as he put it then he said 99% of the people who ride don’t really care about what you ride (although in that 99% there are a few arrogant, brand specific riders) – then he said with regards to the other 1% – he said I probably wouldn’t want to ride with them anyway! He said nice bike, how do you like it? As our conversation continued we talked about riding solo or in groups. I was in uniform as I was parking the bike in front of the main entrance there was a 1%er, in his colors, also a Vietnam Vet. I rode up from Key West the to Miami VA Medical Center on my K75S for a doctor’s appointment. You really had to muscle it on twisty roads. It had a flat in-line 3 cylinder engine and a Cafe sized handle bar. On the issue of name calling or boasting – sometime between 1994 – 1996 while stationed at the Coast Guard Base in Key West I owned a BMW K75S aka the Brick. The first time I dragged a peg I was surprised by it but I was impressed by the bike’s performance for a “Cruiser”!
It’s an awesome bike the the spring loaded foot pegs has replaceable nubs on the bottom of the pegs my old BMW R1200C had spring loaded pegs and the bottoms were beveled. I haven’t ridden the Twisted Sisters yet – and finally have a new motorcycle to ride them a 2021 1st Edition BMW R-18. We ride her south to her terminus with Highway 55 and then continue on through Barksdale to Camp Wood, where we gas up for the return leg on Sister 337. She is a wild one too, but a little less the maverick than 336, tending to act more like a rollercoaster with big dips and ups and downs and not as many curves. But we continue on to 41, make a left here and wick it up a bit for 14 fairly straight miles before turning south on the third and final Sister, 335. Before reaching 41, dual-sport riders might want to take a cutoff on RR 3235 for about 25 miles of dirt and pavement, coming out on FM 335 north of Barksdale. After about 10 miles, 336 straightens up and, having lost a lot of her spirit, continues on to terminate at Highway 41. We slow down and let them get off the road, but remain aware that there are no fences between us and the rest of their bovine brethren. I think a little gasoline and a new battery and the Farmall might run! The rubber on it looks better than my bike tire! “Rust N Peace” is just east of Camp Wood on Ranch Road 337.īut today it’s cows! A herd of them is leisurely making its way up the highway to where their owner has a feed wagon.
This is whitetail deer country, and they will pop up at the most inopportune times, like in the middle of a downhill, off camber, decreasing radius turn! Then there’s the occasional cage…they can be as unpredictable as a deer and seem to show up at inopportune times, as well. But we use good judgment and take her on with a calm head and a steady throttle hand-fast enough to be fun, but in control and ready for the unexpected. This stretch starts off pretty straight, but then bucks and snorts and twists and turns in an effort to throw us like a bull in a Bandera rodeo. Route 83 for a short distance, and then left on the next Sister, FM 336. They are used instead of gates and can be found on almost any rural Texas Ranch Road.Īfter a leisurely meal in the open-air atrium between the gift shop and the grill, and a quick check of the gift shop’s inventory to see if there is anything new, we fire up and backtrack into Leakey. I call these Texas gates, but in other parts of the world, a “Texas Gate” is what we call a “cattle guard”-rails set in the ground over a pit to prevent cattle from getting out. Another fine example of a Texas gate, note the flagstone driveway.
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