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After my visit to the museum, I felt I deserved a nice dinner, so I found a nice quiet Thai restaurant in Roswell, New Mexico to dine.
Fried Tofu with crushed peanut dipping sauce for an appetizer, Chicken Pad Thai glazed with a crushed peanut sauce, and a nice strong beverage to wash it down!
Fried Tofu with crushed peanut dipping sauce for an appetizer, Chicken Pad Thai glazed with a crushed peanut sauce, and a nice strong beverage to wash it down!
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Race Dog
Roswell, New Mexico cont'd
I rested comfortably that night in my hotel room. So much so, I got up the next morning and said to myself.............day off.
I booked another night, set the thermostat to 49F and went back to sleep. And I slept and I slept.
Then, I made the decision to reduce more weight off the bike....by sending more stuff home I chose not to carry from that point on.
Good decision.
eepwall:
I rested comfortably that night in my hotel room. So much so, I got up the next morning and said to myself.............day off.
I booked another night, set the thermostat to 49F and went back to sleep. And I slept and I slept.
Then, I made the decision to reduce more weight off the bike....by sending more stuff home I chose not to carry from that point on.
Good decision.
eepwall:
big oil
Race Dog
Entry 14 - Lincoln County New Mexico
Star date - 29 June 2018
Distance: 484 klicks
I awoke the morning of 29 June, bright eyed and bushy tailed. I was well rested and raring to mount my Austrian ugly girl, and burn some hi-test across the lands in which one of my all time favorite 'murican heroes, Henry McCarty, aka William H. Bonney, aka Billy the Kid. First stop, the historic Hondo Valley..
This area of New Mexico is rich in history of gunslinging bandits, robbers, killers, etc.
Little is known about Billy the Kid’s early days, but he was most likely born Henry McCarty in the Irish slums of New York City sometime in late 1859. Raised by a single mother, he moved to Wichita, Kansas, as a boy before later migrating west to New Mexico in the early 1870s. Henry quickly adapted to life in the rugged territory and became fluent in Spanish, but his sickly mother died of tuberculosis in 1874, leaving him an orphan at the age of just 14. Left in the care of an absentee stepfather, the future gunslinger spent the next year living in foster homes and boardinghouses. Before long, he fell in with a rough crowd and turned to petty crime and thievery.
Henry McCarty’s first run-in with the law came in 1875, when he assisted a local street tough known as “Sombrero Jack” in stealing clothing from a Chinese laundry. Henry hid the loot in his boarding house, but was arrested after his landlord turned him in to the sheriff. The crime only carried a minor sentence, but rather than face punishment, the wiry youth escaped the jailhouse by shimmying up a chimney. McCarty then fled town and embarked on a career as a roving ranch hand, gambler and gang member. He became handy with a Winchester rifle and a Colt revolver, and in August 1877 he killed his first man during a dispute in an Arizona saloon. That same year, he adopted the alias “William H. Bonney” and became known as “Billy the Kid” or simply “The Kid.”
Billy the Kid first earned his reputation as a gunslinger in 1878, when he participated in a bloody frontier war in Lincoln County, New Mexico. The conflict centered on a business rivalry between British-born rancher John Tunstall and a pair of Irish tycoons named James Dolan and Lawrence Murphy. Dolan and Murphy’s outfit—known as “The House”—had long held a monopoly over the dry goods and cattle trades in Lincoln County. When they tried to intimidate Tunstall’s upstart operation, the Englishman enlisted the Kid and several other gunmen to protect his property. The tensions finally boiled over in February 1878, when Tunstall was murdered by a posse organized by Sheriff William Brady, a supporter of The House.
Following Tunstall’s death, the Kid and several other former employees organized themselves into a vigilante group called “The Regulators” and swore revenge. In what became known as the “Lincoln County War,” the Regulators assassinated Sheriff Brady and spent the next several months shooting it out with The House’s forces. In July 1878, the feud reached its climax with a deadly, five-day firefight in the town of Lincoln, after which the Regulators disbanded and the two sides sealed a flimsy peace agreement. The Kid left the war with a reputation as one of the West’s most skilled gunmen, but he remained wanted for the murder of Sheriff Brady. He would spend the rest of his life on the run from the authorities.
Unlike other Old West outlaws such as Jesse James, Cole Younger or Butch Cassidy, Billy the Kid didn’t make his living as a bandit. The young gunslinger stole the occasional horse, but he never once held up a bank, train or even a stagecoach. Outside of his gunfighting days with the Regulators, his main criminal enterprise was rustling cattle on the New Mexico plains.
The Kid was known for his easygoing personality, but he wasn’t afraid to draw his six-shooter when provoked. In a four-year span between 1877 and 1881, the baby-faced outlaw was involved in the shooting deaths of some nine men, at least four of whom he killed singlehandedly. One particularly legendary gunfight unfolded in January 1880 at a New Mexico saloon. As the story goes, a drunk named Joe Grant was terrorizing the bar’s patrons and threatening to kill someone before the night was out. Sensing trouble, the Kid casually approached Grant and remarked, “That’s a mighty nice looking six-shooter you got.” He then slipped Grant’s gun out of its holster, spun its cylinder so that its next shot would be an empty chamber, and handed it back. It proved to be a wise move. Later that evening, Grant pulled the same pistol on the Kid and tried to shoot him in the back. When it didn’t fire, the Kid drew his own gun and shot Grant dead.
In late 1880, Lincoln County Sheriff Pat Garrett tracked the Kid to a cabin in Stinking Springs, New Mexico, and forced his surrender. The outlaw was found guilty of the murder of Sheriff William Brady and confined to the Lincoln courthouse. He was scheduled for a date with the hangman, but on the evening of April 28, 1881, he engineered the most daring getaway of his criminal career. During a trip to the outhouse, the Kid slipped out of his handcuffs, ambushed a guard and shot the man to death with his own pistol. He then armed himself with a double-barreled shotgun and gunned down a second guard who was crossing the street. Once in control of the courthouse, the Kid collected a small arsenal of weapons, cut his leg shackles with a pickaxe and fled town on a stolen horse. News of the brazen escape was soon reprinted in newspapers across the country, making the Kid the most wanted man in the West.
After his escape from death row, the Kid spent several months hiding out on the frontier and taking refuge with sympathetic locals in Fort Sumner, New Mexico. He neglected to keep a low profile, however, and it wasn’t long before Sheriff Pat Garrett and two deputies rode into town. On the night of July 14, 1881, Garrett went to the home of rancher Peter Maxwell to question him about the outlaw’s whereabouts. No sooner had he woken Maxwell than the Kid also approached the house, having stopped nearby to get beef for a late dinner. When he noticed the silhouette of one of Garrett’s deputies on the porch, the Kid drew his pistol and backed toward the door, shouting, “Who’s that?” in Spanish. As he entered Maxwell’s darkened bedroom, he spotted the shadowy outline of Garrett and once again asked, “Who’s that?” Upon recognizing the Kid’s voice, Sheriff Garrett drew his six-shooter and fired off two rounds in his direction. One bullet struck the 21-year-old near his heart, killing him instantly.
Pat Garrett became an Old West legend for killing Billy the Kid, yet as the years passed, rumors circulated that the Sheriff had either shot the wrong man or helped fake the outlaw’s death. In the late 1940s, an elderly Texas man known as “Brushy Bill” Roberts even claimed to be Billy the Kid in the flesh, but his story was largely discredited after family records revealed his birthdate to be 1879. Other investigators have since theorized that the Kid lived to be an old man under the alias “John Miller.” Miller’s alleged remains were exhumed in 2005, but a plan to compare his DNA to the Kid’s never materialized. Despite the controversy, historical records show that the Kid’s body was positively identified by several different people the day after his shooting, leading most historians to conclude that Sheriff Garrett got the right man.
The Kid was a celebrity in his own time, but his legend only grew after his death thanks to dime novels, television shows and Hollywood films. Beginning with the 1911 silent film “Billy the Kid,” the gun-toting outlaw’s story has appeared on the big screen more than 50 times. Some of the most famous actors to play the Kid include Roy Rogers, Paul Newman, Val Kilmer and Emilio Estevez.
I entered the old town of Lincoln, New Mexico, famous for Billy's daring escape from jail. I have video footage that I will be adding of my ride through Lincoln at the end of the report.
Star date - 29 June 2018
Distance: 484 klicks
I awoke the morning of 29 June, bright eyed and bushy tailed. I was well rested and raring to mount my Austrian ugly girl, and burn some hi-test across the lands in which one of my all time favorite 'murican heroes, Henry McCarty, aka William H. Bonney, aka Billy the Kid. First stop, the historic Hondo Valley..
This area of New Mexico is rich in history of gunslinging bandits, robbers, killers, etc.
Little is known about Billy the Kid’s early days, but he was most likely born Henry McCarty in the Irish slums of New York City sometime in late 1859. Raised by a single mother, he moved to Wichita, Kansas, as a boy before later migrating west to New Mexico in the early 1870s. Henry quickly adapted to life in the rugged territory and became fluent in Spanish, but his sickly mother died of tuberculosis in 1874, leaving him an orphan at the age of just 14. Left in the care of an absentee stepfather, the future gunslinger spent the next year living in foster homes and boardinghouses. Before long, he fell in with a rough crowd and turned to petty crime and thievery.
Henry McCarty’s first run-in with the law came in 1875, when he assisted a local street tough known as “Sombrero Jack” in stealing clothing from a Chinese laundry. Henry hid the loot in his boarding house, but was arrested after his landlord turned him in to the sheriff. The crime only carried a minor sentence, but rather than face punishment, the wiry youth escaped the jailhouse by shimmying up a chimney. McCarty then fled town and embarked on a career as a roving ranch hand, gambler and gang member. He became handy with a Winchester rifle and a Colt revolver, and in August 1877 he killed his first man during a dispute in an Arizona saloon. That same year, he adopted the alias “William H. Bonney” and became known as “Billy the Kid” or simply “The Kid.”
Billy the Kid first earned his reputation as a gunslinger in 1878, when he participated in a bloody frontier war in Lincoln County, New Mexico. The conflict centered on a business rivalry between British-born rancher John Tunstall and a pair of Irish tycoons named James Dolan and Lawrence Murphy. Dolan and Murphy’s outfit—known as “The House”—had long held a monopoly over the dry goods and cattle trades in Lincoln County. When they tried to intimidate Tunstall’s upstart operation, the Englishman enlisted the Kid and several other gunmen to protect his property. The tensions finally boiled over in February 1878, when Tunstall was murdered by a posse organized by Sheriff William Brady, a supporter of The House.
Following Tunstall’s death, the Kid and several other former employees organized themselves into a vigilante group called “The Regulators” and swore revenge. In what became known as the “Lincoln County War,” the Regulators assassinated Sheriff Brady and spent the next several months shooting it out with The House’s forces. In July 1878, the feud reached its climax with a deadly, five-day firefight in the town of Lincoln, after which the Regulators disbanded and the two sides sealed a flimsy peace agreement. The Kid left the war with a reputation as one of the West’s most skilled gunmen, but he remained wanted for the murder of Sheriff Brady. He would spend the rest of his life on the run from the authorities.
Unlike other Old West outlaws such as Jesse James, Cole Younger or Butch Cassidy, Billy the Kid didn’t make his living as a bandit. The young gunslinger stole the occasional horse, but he never once held up a bank, train or even a stagecoach. Outside of his gunfighting days with the Regulators, his main criminal enterprise was rustling cattle on the New Mexico plains.
The Kid was known for his easygoing personality, but he wasn’t afraid to draw his six-shooter when provoked. In a four-year span between 1877 and 1881, the baby-faced outlaw was involved in the shooting deaths of some nine men, at least four of whom he killed singlehandedly. One particularly legendary gunfight unfolded in January 1880 at a New Mexico saloon. As the story goes, a drunk named Joe Grant was terrorizing the bar’s patrons and threatening to kill someone before the night was out. Sensing trouble, the Kid casually approached Grant and remarked, “That’s a mighty nice looking six-shooter you got.” He then slipped Grant’s gun out of its holster, spun its cylinder so that its next shot would be an empty chamber, and handed it back. It proved to be a wise move. Later that evening, Grant pulled the same pistol on the Kid and tried to shoot him in the back. When it didn’t fire, the Kid drew his own gun and shot Grant dead.
In late 1880, Lincoln County Sheriff Pat Garrett tracked the Kid to a cabin in Stinking Springs, New Mexico, and forced his surrender. The outlaw was found guilty of the murder of Sheriff William Brady and confined to the Lincoln courthouse. He was scheduled for a date with the hangman, but on the evening of April 28, 1881, he engineered the most daring getaway of his criminal career. During a trip to the outhouse, the Kid slipped out of his handcuffs, ambushed a guard and shot the man to death with his own pistol. He then armed himself with a double-barreled shotgun and gunned down a second guard who was crossing the street. Once in control of the courthouse, the Kid collected a small arsenal of weapons, cut his leg shackles with a pickaxe and fled town on a stolen horse. News of the brazen escape was soon reprinted in newspapers across the country, making the Kid the most wanted man in the West.
After his escape from death row, the Kid spent several months hiding out on the frontier and taking refuge with sympathetic locals in Fort Sumner, New Mexico. He neglected to keep a low profile, however, and it wasn’t long before Sheriff Pat Garrett and two deputies rode into town. On the night of July 14, 1881, Garrett went to the home of rancher Peter Maxwell to question him about the outlaw’s whereabouts. No sooner had he woken Maxwell than the Kid also approached the house, having stopped nearby to get beef for a late dinner. When he noticed the silhouette of one of Garrett’s deputies on the porch, the Kid drew his pistol and backed toward the door, shouting, “Who’s that?” in Spanish. As he entered Maxwell’s darkened bedroom, he spotted the shadowy outline of Garrett and once again asked, “Who’s that?” Upon recognizing the Kid’s voice, Sheriff Garrett drew his six-shooter and fired off two rounds in his direction. One bullet struck the 21-year-old near his heart, killing him instantly.
Pat Garrett became an Old West legend for killing Billy the Kid, yet as the years passed, rumors circulated that the Sheriff had either shot the wrong man or helped fake the outlaw’s death. In the late 1940s, an elderly Texas man known as “Brushy Bill” Roberts even claimed to be Billy the Kid in the flesh, but his story was largely discredited after family records revealed his birthdate to be 1879. Other investigators have since theorized that the Kid lived to be an old man under the alias “John Miller.” Miller’s alleged remains were exhumed in 2005, but a plan to compare his DNA to the Kid’s never materialized. Despite the controversy, historical records show that the Kid’s body was positively identified by several different people the day after his shooting, leading most historians to conclude that Sheriff Garrett got the right man.
The Kid was a celebrity in his own time, but his legend only grew after his death thanks to dime novels, television shows and Hollywood films. Beginning with the 1911 silent film “Billy the Kid,” the gun-toting outlaw’s story has appeared on the big screen more than 50 times. Some of the most famous actors to play the Kid include Roy Rogers, Paul Newman, Val Kilmer and Emilio Estevez.
I entered the old town of Lincoln, New Mexico, famous for Billy's daring escape from jail. I have video footage that I will be adding of my ride through Lincoln at the end of the report.
big oil
Race Dog
Entry 14 cont'd
I was getting ornery, this polar bear needed food, so where else would a michigander polar bear find food, Smokey Bear Restaurant in Capitan, New Mexico, of course.
The Smokey Bear Restaurant has been the location of a number of movies. It is located at 310 Smokey Bear Blvd. in Capitan, New Mexico (next to the Post Office), and still a local favorite. Home cooking and a friendly relaxed atmosphere draw people from around the country. When in the area a visit to the Bear is a must.
Maybe your mom might be able to serve a better breakfast, lunch, or dinner, but unlike your mom the Bear is open seven days a week. The prices are very affordable. You can try other places to eat, spend more money, and endure disappointment or you can just drop by the Smokey Bear Restaurant for good eats and good times.
Capitan is home for Smokey The Bear Museum and some residents say that Billy The Kid's ghost still lurks around these parts. There are more than just a few area attractions to keep visitors here for a wonderful and exciting adventure as they explore old west history, Trinity Site (the first atomic bomb), ancient lava flows (Valley of Fire ) and more. So don't waste your valuable time looking for a place to eat when the Bear is just next door.
I lost the pic of the sweetheart waitresses that cared for my every need while enjoying breakfast at the Smokey Bear Restaurant. Motorcycle friendly establishment. The ladies offered to ice and fill my water bladders, free of charge. They were rewarded for their hospitality and generosity.
Upon leaving, I noticed that my RAM mount was loose around my handlebar. Instead of digging out my tool bag, I rode down the street to an auto mechanic and reluctantly asked him if I could simply borrow a pair of vise grips and explained my situation. Instead of handing me vise-grips, he set me up with a Snap-On ratchet and a deep well socket! It may have been quicker to dig out the tool wrap, because the shop owner and a couple of his employees and I struck up a 1/2 hour convo on where I was from (the accent) and the bike.
I was off to ride the remainder of the Billy the Kid Trail. First stop, Fort Stanton.
Fort Stanton is situated on 240 acres and surrounded by 25,000 acres of undeveloped BLM land in south-central New Mexico. There are 88 buildings on this historic site, some dating back to 1855. Built of local stone, the sturdy buildings have lasted to this day, but most are in great need of preservation and development. The Fort features officers' quarters and barracks, a hospital and morgue, nurses' quarters, a guardhouse, a dining hall, a chapel, a power plant and laundry, a gymnasium and pool, a fire station, horse stables and a (functioning) U.S. post office. The only preserved and renovated building at the Fort is now used as the Fort Stanton museum and administrative office. The Merchant Marine Cemetery at Fort Stanton, with rows of white crosses and a taller monument, is a dramatic site not far from the fort.
Established in 1855 as a military post to control the Mescalero Apache Indians, Fort Stanton may be one of the most intact 19th century military forts in all of America today. It is certainly one of the most impressive historic settings of any site in the southwest United States. Although the use of many military forts established during the western expansion diminished by the turn of the century, Fort Stanton continued on in its noble service to New Mexico and the nation well into the 20th century.
In1861, the Fort was abandoned to Confederate forces in the early stages of the American Civil War. The retreating forces tried to burn the fort, but a rainstorm extinguished the fire. The Confederates completed the destruction when they left after only a month's occupation. The fort returned to the Union fold in 1862, under the command of the legendary Christopher (Kit) Carson. The Fort was rebuilt after the war.
During the 1880s, Black soldiers from Fort Stanton helped pursue Apache bands led by Victorio and Geronimo. John J. "Black Jack" Pershing served two tours of duty at Fort Stanton in the 1880s. After closure as an Army post the Fort served as a Merchant Marine Tuberculosis Hospital, a WWII internee camp, a training school for the mentally disabled and most recently as a low security women's prison and hosted several juvenile, drug and alcohol rehabilitation programs. It is currently a state monument and museum, visited by tens of thousands of tourists each year.
I was getting ornery, this polar bear needed food, so where else would a michigander polar bear find food, Smokey Bear Restaurant in Capitan, New Mexico, of course.
The Smokey Bear Restaurant has been the location of a number of movies. It is located at 310 Smokey Bear Blvd. in Capitan, New Mexico (next to the Post Office), and still a local favorite. Home cooking and a friendly relaxed atmosphere draw people from around the country. When in the area a visit to the Bear is a must.
Maybe your mom might be able to serve a better breakfast, lunch, or dinner, but unlike your mom the Bear is open seven days a week. The prices are very affordable. You can try other places to eat, spend more money, and endure disappointment or you can just drop by the Smokey Bear Restaurant for good eats and good times.
Capitan is home for Smokey The Bear Museum and some residents say that Billy The Kid's ghost still lurks around these parts. There are more than just a few area attractions to keep visitors here for a wonderful and exciting adventure as they explore old west history, Trinity Site (the first atomic bomb), ancient lava flows (Valley of Fire ) and more. So don't waste your valuable time looking for a place to eat when the Bear is just next door.
I lost the pic of the sweetheart waitresses that cared for my every need while enjoying breakfast at the Smokey Bear Restaurant. Motorcycle friendly establishment. The ladies offered to ice and fill my water bladders, free of charge. They were rewarded for their hospitality and generosity.
Upon leaving, I noticed that my RAM mount was loose around my handlebar. Instead of digging out my tool bag, I rode down the street to an auto mechanic and reluctantly asked him if I could simply borrow a pair of vise grips and explained my situation. Instead of handing me vise-grips, he set me up with a Snap-On ratchet and a deep well socket! It may have been quicker to dig out the tool wrap, because the shop owner and a couple of his employees and I struck up a 1/2 hour convo on where I was from (the accent) and the bike.
I was off to ride the remainder of the Billy the Kid Trail. First stop, Fort Stanton.
Fort Stanton is situated on 240 acres and surrounded by 25,000 acres of undeveloped BLM land in south-central New Mexico. There are 88 buildings on this historic site, some dating back to 1855. Built of local stone, the sturdy buildings have lasted to this day, but most are in great need of preservation and development. The Fort features officers' quarters and barracks, a hospital and morgue, nurses' quarters, a guardhouse, a dining hall, a chapel, a power plant and laundry, a gymnasium and pool, a fire station, horse stables and a (functioning) U.S. post office. The only preserved and renovated building at the Fort is now used as the Fort Stanton museum and administrative office. The Merchant Marine Cemetery at Fort Stanton, with rows of white crosses and a taller monument, is a dramatic site not far from the fort.
Established in 1855 as a military post to control the Mescalero Apache Indians, Fort Stanton may be one of the most intact 19th century military forts in all of America today. It is certainly one of the most impressive historic settings of any site in the southwest United States. Although the use of many military forts established during the western expansion diminished by the turn of the century, Fort Stanton continued on in its noble service to New Mexico and the nation well into the 20th century.
In1861, the Fort was abandoned to Confederate forces in the early stages of the American Civil War. The retreating forces tried to burn the fort, but a rainstorm extinguished the fire. The Confederates completed the destruction when they left after only a month's occupation. The fort returned to the Union fold in 1862, under the command of the legendary Christopher (Kit) Carson. The Fort was rebuilt after the war.
During the 1880s, Black soldiers from Fort Stanton helped pursue Apache bands led by Victorio and Geronimo. John J. "Black Jack" Pershing served two tours of duty at Fort Stanton in the 1880s. After closure as an Army post the Fort served as a Merchant Marine Tuberculosis Hospital, a WWII internee camp, a training school for the mentally disabled and most recently as a low security women's prison and hosted several juvenile, drug and alcohol rehabilitation programs. It is currently a state monument and museum, visited by tens of thousands of tourists each year.
Thanks for all the effort that you put into this thread.
I really enjoy it, keep it coming :thumleft:
I really enjoy it, keep it coming :thumleft:
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Race Dog
Entry 14 cont'd
Riding the Billy the Kid Trail was nirvana on 2 wheels. I felt like the only one out there. Just me and my Austrian ugly, carving some dirt n burnin' some rubber.
I was nearing a majestic area named Ruidoso, New Mexico. I'd heard many things about the area as some of my relatives had visited there previously.
I pulled onto the main road to Ruidoso, traffic was intense, nothing like I'd been riding, I was in awe of the natural beauty on both sides of the road as I dropped elevation towards downtown. The speed limit I'd been experiencing had been 55-65mph. All of a sudden, the speed limit had changed to 45mph, 4 lanes wide, there was a man in front of me swerving, I just wanted to pass him, get him and a few cars behind me. I gently twisted for more go juice, my big lunged Austrian gal effortlessly peeled by all the cars in. My. Way!
And..................that's when, in the opposing lane, driving up the mountain at a high rate of speed, are 3 New Mexico State Police cruisers, all blacked out, no lights on top, they have the new L.E.D. lamps inside the cruiser, upper windshield to be more discreet, though none of the cruisers were lit up! My mouth drops into, not my belly, my scrotum, because I damn near had a stroke when I looked down at my screen to determine my velocity.
Riding the Billy the Kid Trail was nirvana on 2 wheels. I felt like the only one out there. Just me and my Austrian ugly, carving some dirt n burnin' some rubber.
I was nearing a majestic area named Ruidoso, New Mexico. I'd heard many things about the area as some of my relatives had visited there previously.
I pulled onto the main road to Ruidoso, traffic was intense, nothing like I'd been riding, I was in awe of the natural beauty on both sides of the road as I dropped elevation towards downtown. The speed limit I'd been experiencing had been 55-65mph. All of a sudden, the speed limit had changed to 45mph, 4 lanes wide, there was a man in front of me swerving, I just wanted to pass him, get him and a few cars behind me. I gently twisted for more go juice, my big lunged Austrian gal effortlessly peeled by all the cars in. My. Way!
And..................that's when, in the opposing lane, driving up the mountain at a high rate of speed, are 3 New Mexico State Police cruisers, all blacked out, no lights on top, they have the new L.E.D. lamps inside the cruiser, upper windshield to be more discreet, though none of the cruisers were lit up! My mouth drops into, not my belly, my scrotum, because I damn near had a stroke when I looked down at my screen to determine my velocity.
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Say it softly, just a whisper, with a conspiratorial tone. You get a lot more people listening when you talk softly :lol8:
It's another spot on my bucket list.
And yes, we are not the only ones in this vast universe :thumleft:
Say it softly, just a whisper, with a conspiratorial tone. You get a lot more people listening when you talk softly :lol8:
It's another spot on my bucket list.
And yes, we are not the only ones in this vast universe :thumleft:
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Entry 14 cont'd
I look in my mirrors for Johnny Law and to my surprise I was in the clear, until I wasn't!
I was riding along thinking I'd just dodged a big bullet. Nawwwwww, oncoming cars began using their 4-way flashers and pulling off to their right side as they saw what I wasn't seeing, Johnny Law screaming up on my six at probably a buck ten.
I pulled over, removed my helmet..............couldn't wait to scope out Johnny or Josephine Law, you know, sometimes you can tell how bad it's gonna be just by the look on the face of the cop.
Well, out of the cruiser walks a fricken cyborg, ex-military all the way, head shaved down to bare metal as he places his constables hat on his chrome dome, his uniform has zero wrinkles, his shoes polished, yep, the kind of guy who hasn't ever broken a rule and followed every order! I'm thinking I'm going to be camping out in the Lincoln County Jail with the ghost of Billy the Kid here soon.
I was wrong, the officer was a perfect gentlemen, listened to my excuses, understood, I was respectful and pleasant with him the whole time. He wrote me a big fat speeding ticket, he did his job, I can't fault him for that. Thankfully, no impound or trip to the pokey. We shook hands and I was free to go.
Fortunately, as my trip progressed, I contacted the court on the matter. Turns out the traffic judge is a female, so I drafted a charming letter requesting the ticket be discarded in lieu of a small and reasonable fine. She agreed. The court emailed me, requested I mail them a check and upon check clearing, she'll toss the ticket in the garbage. Shewwwwwww. That would've been an enormous surcharge added to my auto insurance policy had she not agreed. Pays to be cordial and respectful.
I look in my mirrors for Johnny Law and to my surprise I was in the clear, until I wasn't!
I was riding along thinking I'd just dodged a big bullet. Nawwwwww, oncoming cars began using their 4-way flashers and pulling off to their right side as they saw what I wasn't seeing, Johnny Law screaming up on my six at probably a buck ten.
I pulled over, removed my helmet..............couldn't wait to scope out Johnny or Josephine Law, you know, sometimes you can tell how bad it's gonna be just by the look on the face of the cop.
Well, out of the cruiser walks a fricken cyborg, ex-military all the way, head shaved down to bare metal as he places his constables hat on his chrome dome, his uniform has zero wrinkles, his shoes polished, yep, the kind of guy who hasn't ever broken a rule and followed every order! I'm thinking I'm going to be camping out in the Lincoln County Jail with the ghost of Billy the Kid here soon.
I was wrong, the officer was a perfect gentlemen, listened to my excuses, understood, I was respectful and pleasant with him the whole time. He wrote me a big fat speeding ticket, he did his job, I can't fault him for that. Thankfully, no impound or trip to the pokey. We shook hands and I was free to go.
Fortunately, as my trip progressed, I contacted the court on the matter. Turns out the traffic judge is a female, so I drafted a charming letter requesting the ticket be discarded in lieu of a small and reasonable fine. She agreed. The court emailed me, requested I mail them a check and upon check clearing, she'll toss the ticket in the garbage. Shewwwwwww. That would've been an enormous surcharge added to my auto insurance policy had she not agreed. Pays to be cordial and respectful.
big oil
Race Dog
Entry 14 cont'd
After my traffic citation, I continued south towards Cloudcroft, New Mexico to stop at an establishment to try their famous hamburgers, a woman in Roswell told me I had to try.
As I climbed elevation, the mesh jersey I was wearing wasn't quite doing the job, so I had to stop and add a couple of layers to keep me dry and warm
As I was riding through Mescalero Indian Reservation, I paid special attention not to get off the main roads and onto Indian land. The reservations are sovereign, have their own cops and courts and the penalties steep.
On the way, I stopped next to the road for a breather and to capture a few pics of some beautiful horses on reservation lands.
After my traffic citation, I continued south towards Cloudcroft, New Mexico to stop at an establishment to try their famous hamburgers, a woman in Roswell told me I had to try.
As I climbed elevation, the mesh jersey I was wearing wasn't quite doing the job, so I had to stop and add a couple of layers to keep me dry and warm
As I was riding through Mescalero Indian Reservation, I paid special attention not to get off the main roads and onto Indian land. The reservations are sovereign, have their own cops and courts and the penalties steep.
On the way, I stopped next to the road for a breather and to capture a few pics of some beautiful horses on reservation lands.
big oil
Race Dog
Entry 14 cont'd
I arrived in Cloudcroft, New Mexico, found the burger joint, but it wasn't the right vibe for my attire.
I ended up talking with some locals down the street about the so called have to have burger.
They told me to skip the place, the burger is nothing more than an overhyped piece of **** :imaposer:
Okay, no worries, I carried on.
To this nice overlook...
I was told I had to scope out a waterfall while I was in the area. I enjoyed the trail back to the waterfall, though the waterfall was slightly underwhelming.
I'll be adding video footage to this post at a later date.
That was it, except for the amazing ride down the mountains from Cloudcroft to Alamogordo, New Mexico. Nirvana again. As I went down in elevation it got very warm again.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/OHKihiLAvv8[/youtube]
I arrived at my hotel, ate dinner, and crashed, thermostat set to igloo. I had a very very comfortable room for chump change.
I arrived in Cloudcroft, New Mexico, found the burger joint, but it wasn't the right vibe for my attire.
I ended up talking with some locals down the street about the so called have to have burger.
They told me to skip the place, the burger is nothing more than an overhyped piece of **** :imaposer:
Okay, no worries, I carried on.
To this nice overlook...
I was told I had to scope out a waterfall while I was in the area. I enjoyed the trail back to the waterfall, though the waterfall was slightly underwhelming.
I'll be adding video footage to this post at a later date.
That was it, except for the amazing ride down the mountains from Cloudcroft to Alamogordo, New Mexico. Nirvana again. As I went down in elevation it got very warm again.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/OHKihiLAvv8[/youtube]
I arrived at my hotel, ate dinner, and crashed, thermostat set to igloo. I had a very very comfortable room for chump change.
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Race Dog
Rewind ladies, Ri, Rynet, ot:, and gentlemen, let me take you back to Lincoln, New Mexico, site of The Lincoln War I spoke of previously. Hop on if you please.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/a_AnGnVt3VM[/youtube]
The old Dolan House
[youtube]https://youtu.be/HoNdLI7Ro2Q[/youtube]
The former Dolan Mercantile and Lincoln County Courthouse.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/xt4TGVqjI4U[/youtube]
ot:, and gentlemen, let me take you back to Lincoln, New Mexico, site of The Lincoln War I spoke of previously. Hop on if you please.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/a_AnGnVt3VM[/youtube]
The old Dolan House
[youtube]https://youtu.be/HoNdLI7Ro2Q[/youtube]
The former Dolan Mercantile and Lincoln County Courthouse.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/xt4TGVqjI4U[/youtube]
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Race Dog
Riwind.....back to Lincoln National Forest, I found sum video footage of Bluff Spring south of Cloudcroft, New Mexico around Russian Canyon!
[youtube]https://youtu.be/j7zRKleMbzk[/youtube]
[youtube]https://youtu.be/LH2BIJ5zjE8[/youtube]
[youtube]https://youtu.be/j7zRKleMbzk[/youtube]
[youtube]https://youtu.be/LH2BIJ5zjE8[/youtube]
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It's been a while playing catchup on this thread, and have or had many comment but interrupted myself and read on!
My favorite car in the states is the Dodge challanger.....rather special since I am actually a Chevy fan. There are a few Fords I like as well like most Mustangs especially the Old Shelby.
Did you read about this find as well? https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cradle_of_Humankind
I loved the dinosaur part, and also the geology!
Thanks for sharing :thumleft:
My favorite car in the states is the Dodge challanger.....rather special since I am actually a Chevy fan. There are a few Fords I like as well like most Mustangs especially the Old Shelby.
Did you read about this find as well? https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cradle_of_Humankind
I loved the dinosaur part, and also the geology!
Thanks for sharing :thumleft:
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Race Dog
Tom van Brits said:
The Challenger blends old school cool with current tech nicely. It's quite a car especially with the 707 HP and 800 HP versions.
I've not heard of the Cradle, though that stuff is very interesting to me, thanks for sharing. I see it's a World Heritage Site, that'd be a must see.
Yeah, dinosaurs fascinate me.
My pleasure :thumleft:
