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Four Amigos do Big Bend

Submitted by on Sunday, 5 October 2008No Comment

We got ready early in the morning and head out East. The Idea was to put close to 500 miles and make it to all the way to Marathon and spent the night there. We hit great highways including 337 which is catalogued as the best road to ride in Texas. This is because the single lane and tight turns. I had never seen a 10mph sign on a hwy before.

We past Bourne, Bandera, Leakey and then we were going south on highway 83 to Uvalde and then hwy 90 to Del Rio. At some point you start realizing the there is not much there and you are further and further from big cities. Right before Del Rio Steve felt that his bike was not doing right so we pull over to get gas and check on his bike. He had a flat. He mentioned his bike felt weird for awhile. Lucky for him he didn’t have a blow out. Fortunately it was a Saturday about 2p.m. We were able to call the Yamaha dealership which sent a truck to pick the bike up. We spent maybe two hours at the dealer since they couldn’t find the righ tire.

With the bike fixed and we behind on time we hit the road west on highway 90. This is a perfect spot of just you and the road. Pure isolation following the Rio Grande and the Mexican border on your left. We only saw a handful of vehicles and no gas stations whatsoever. Suddenly Steve’s bike started to sputter and we pulled out of the road to check it. He had ran out of gas! At the last stop he was switch the petcock to reserve and he was running on reserve all along. It was getting dark and we were on the middle of nowhere. Everybody was low in gas except Flabby which had the super tank on his BMW K100, but we didn’t have a funnel to transfer gas onto the other bike.

We ended up doing the most considered thing: We gave Steve a weapon and we left him behind while we tried to get gas or a piece of hose. I remembered having seen a sign for a town called Dryden about 10 miles ahead of us. I expected to see at least a gas station but when we got there there were only a couple of houses, some houses falling down and a small store. Lloyd started looking inthe run down houses for a piece of hose and so did I. But i went down the store and asked if the had gas. They had none. How about a hose? The couple there didn’t even blink when they when to the back of the house and cut a piece of their garden hose to give it to me.

Flabby went back to get Steve, while Lloyd and I when ahead to Sanderson to get gas. We were running on fumes. Half an hour later the other two join us and Flabby’s mouth was stinking gas. We knew what had happened. It was dark and we were behind on schedule with another hour to go to Marathon. We pushed our tired bodies to make it to Marathon where we were supposed to spend the night. We didn’t know what to expect. I thougth it was a medium size town with at least several motels.

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