This year's riders were: Mark, Don, myself, Rick, Andy, Laurie, Checo, Craig, Barry, and JT. This year we were fortunate to have a pretty face in the group who hung in with the best of us.We couldn't have asked for better weather. While they were having tornadoes and hail storms back home, we had bright sunny skies. We couldn't have asked for a greater group of riders. We were all among good people who enjoy life and the fun it has to offer. We spent the days riding and the evenings laughing (and singing for some). We had a few mechanical issues with some of the bikes (we won't do any brand-bashing but take a guess). It started with JT calling me at 7:30pm the night before the trip in a frantic state. He had found a loose wire, decided he'd try to fix it without calling me, and shorted out the headlight system. But no problem- after bringing the bike over and tracking down the problem we were able to fix it quickly and easily (next time JT call your local mechanic or myself and save yourself an anxiety attack LOL). We also had one bike on the trip lose it's air-breather element. Luckily we all dodged it as it went bouncing past us. After talking with the bike's rider, he admitted he had checked every bolt on his bike except for the two bolts holding the part (LMAO). We had so many good pictures that it has taken me a long time to decide which ones to post. I wish I could post all 600+ pictures. Well, I hope you enjoy the ones I posted.
And we're off ! A nice pic of our formation riding. Here to the right of the pic you see Laurie as she's saying " Hey guys, how come I'm in back... I thought girls are supposed to go first".
This is Route 170. It is one big roller coaster ride. It gives you a wierd feeling when you're cresting the top top of the hill and all the sudden the road makes a hard right or left or it just drops straight down. On 170 I rode in front and I was able to keep most of the riders informed as to the road condition... meaning things like : rocks, cows ( we had one on the road as I crested a hill and one on the side on a turn ) , deer ( we had a herd on the road as Andy and I crested a hill... One decided at the last min. to cut back across the road in front of me, but we had slowed way down by that point ), ram ( yes, we had a herd of ram again on the road as Andy and I came flying over another hill crest ), gravel, birds, buzzards, and road runners. By the way no buzzard strikes for Don this year... just a few close calls.

Here is Checo saying: "Ah ha, mine's bigger than yours" and me responding: " It's not the size that matters...It's how you use it " .
Here is JT saying: " Wow, I use to think Flower Mound was big... Hey is there a bathroom around here ". Sorry, in order to keep this blog R rated I am unable to show the next pic I took of JT. But JT I do have it and I have been known to blackmail... So when did you say you'd cut my grass, wash my car...
Here is Mark saying: "Ok you guys, who's turn is it to pick out a meal for Elio" ? And you can see Andy praying as he sips his hot tea: " Thank you, Lord for letting me miss that herd of deer on the road... and the herd of ram... and those two cows...Oh yeah, and all those low flying beautiful birds (buzzards) you created. And Craig sipping his Coke saying to himself: " How did I ever get mixed up with this bunch".
Here you see Don saying to Craig : "Oh stop it Craig, I did not park my bike down there".
If you can't figure out this pic, you have never been on a ride with us.
Here's Barry ready to go. I'm glad he has a large gas tank, he got lost at TMS and it took him a bit to find us....But he still beat Don there. We just loved to hear Barry laugh. His laughter alone would make us laugh.
This is where most of us stayed the second night in Tralingua, Tx. It may not look like much, but it's a clean cheap motel. We have been staying there the last 4 years and it remains a tradition
Here's JT using his "one hand on the bars" technique. Don't let that helmet fool ya. He only has it on because everyone else had theirs on and JT hates to feel left out, LOL !
Here's Andy. I don't know how he does it without a windshield. He and I traded bikes back and forth and at 75 to 80mph you just feel like the wind wants to rip you off the bike. THE MAN IS AN ANIMAL !
Here's Craig cruising down the road. His motorcycle got an unexpected performance gain during the trip. He ran an open carburetor. Hey, no problem with the thin air at high altitude...she's getting all the air she need and MORE !
Here is Rick doing his Queen Elizabeth wave. Nice wave Rick... now look where you're going LOL !
Here is Don...Our catalog man ( he's always posing ) for pics.
Here's Mark, our trip planner and organizer... He looks like he's going really fast... NOT! But that's ok, some people are just happy LOOKING FAST !




Buzzards of a Feather
We arrived that cool, overcast morning, each of us being the summation of our different backgrounds and different life experiences, both bad and good. I think the only person who knew everyone from the start, was our illustrious leader Elio. We made the introductions…….and began to ride.
Some legs were longer than others, some were more scenic than others and some legs were excruciatingly straight while others were an adrenaline pumping roller coaster. Whatever the case, I found myself being thankful for the limiting supply of gas from Lori’s gas tank.
As we rode, each of us, at one point or another, held just about every position within the group. I think I both followed every person at some point and found them following me at some point over the course of our journey. I was fast and aggressive at times, knowingly nearing the edge of my riding skill and I also cruised in the back of the pack just mellowing out, enjoying the scenery.
Over the course of our four day ride, I began to experience a certain ‘de ja vu.’ I was reminded of formation flying from my Air Force days. There is a fluidity and beauty in formation flying and I must admit it is one of the more gratifying things I have done with aircraft……but I was seeing it again in our group ride.
As I occupied different positions within the pack, I could see the different responsibilities each rider had in whatever position they occupied. If we were staggered in our formation and I was off to the right, my primary scan was to the right side of the road, looking for whatever threat might dare show itself as we thundered by, but still keeping a watchful eye straight ahead for information filtering its way from the front to the back of the pack. (also watching for various parts and pieces I needed to dodge as they came off the bikes in front of me….you know who you are)
Our staggered formation at the beginning was at times stretched to the point of lacking any cohesiveness. That first day we looked, at times, like we were two or three different groups who just happened to be riding down the same road. At times as we entered a great stretch of twisting and turning roads, we transitioned to a single file formation better suited to the aggressive twists and turns of the road. We thundered on, and began to know each other personally, a little more, with each stop for fuel, a bite to eat, or a good nights rest after a solid day of riding.
And we began to change. I can only describe it as a thing of great beauty, riding in whatever position I held, and seeing the fluidity and grace of movement as our pack transitioned again and again from staggered to single file and back to staggered formation as we met the needs of the road. To a great extent that beauty of movement can only be appreciated by those who ride the line and experience it. Rick summed it up best when he mentioned at our last stop that he really enjoyed observing our group from the back and seeing our group ride. He said we were no longer individual riders but we rode as one.
Rick mentioned it was a matter of confidence and he is correct. During day four of our ride, we entered turns that easily would have dictated single file formation earlier in the trip, but we rode them staggered. We could do this because each of us had confidence not only in ourselves but also in those who were a mere few feet away, doing the same 60-80 mph, riding the line we needed to ride.
Our mutual experiences had melded us into one. We each had wondered how Lori was doing on fuel. We each had sore butts as we rode into Alpine. We each wondered which way the road would break as we thundered over the roller coaster of Hwy 170. Each of us had pressed the road hard, reaping and harvesting the adrenaline, and the serenity, from its winding path. We had each felt the cool morning air. And each of us had contributed to choosing at least one meal for Elio. The ten had become one. We had become the Buzzards.
I felt our unity in a way I had not expected though. As we rode through Mineral Wells and began splitting off to various destinations, I felt loss. As I continued my ride home with the remaining members of our pack, I knew the dynamic had changed. We were at a loss for those who had departed.
I am grateful for having experienced our pack. Each of you made our pack into "the Buzzards." You each contributed to my experience and I am grateful.
Ride Safe………
Andy
John (JT)