The beauty of this trip to Arkansas was that I was ready. Really ready, really confident. I thought I had the right tool for the job and this turned out to be the case. Usually when you ask a tool to perform in different environments, something goes wrong. Not this tool. The "tool" is my new bike. It's job is to whisk me over all types of paved roads, gravel roads, dirt roads (with no long stretches of soft mud, please), cross fields, go up levees, over streams, and over flooded roadways of reasonable depth, all comfortably, confidently,and economically, at the speed I dial.
For those who prefer one type of motorcycle riding, I suggest, you are missing a lot. I understand wanting a superlative performer in a class. But, if you wanted to ride gravel roads one afternoon instead of the perfect paved ones that fit your sport tourer, for instance, then you would have to buy a street legal enduro bike . I would rather a bike that will take me almost anywhere, well. I have found out, having doubted the possibility because of tire restraints, that there is a true viable do it all motorcycle class. It is called the Adventure Class.
Providing adventure is the job I give it. I don't ride for thrills, except the the thrill of discovery. Here my little bike shines. So, in this ditty about Arkansas you will see her. Notice, "it" is now a "her". It is the first time since the last "woman", four years ago, that I have pictured a bike in an article. She is here because she made this complete experience possible, assuring me all along that everything was fine and to just relax and enjoy myself.
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