Quik Trip

OK, so I'm a little behind. I guess it was a couple of weeks ago on a Tuesday I had had all I could handle at work. I decided that rather than walk into my bosses office and quit, I should just get out of the office and enjoy what might have been the nicest day of the year. I have been meaning to get down to the Wichita Mountains...I used to spend a lot of time down that way. I told the office I was taking the afternoon off. I drove home, through my camera and a bottle of water into my backpack, filled up my motorcycle, and aimed it for the Wichitas. The weather was perfect for riding and it was a pleasant drive even though it had been a while since I had taken the bike for a long ride. I spent about 3 hours in the Wichita Mountain area hitting all the spots I used to frequent:

Mount Scott

The trailhead to the Narrows and the 40 Foot Hole

Hidden Lake


and the Sonic at the Medicine Park Exit off I40

It was a really fun spur of the moment trip and it helped get through a couple of days I might not have made it through otherwise. There were actually quite a few motorcycles riding around the refuge on a Tuesday afternoon for some reason. At one point I wondered if perhaps i wasn't the only one that just needed to get out of the office.

One funny thing that happened - When I filled up the bike my trip odometer read about 250 miles. I always leave my odometer on the trip meter and try to fill up around 150 miles which is a conservative average of how far I get on a tank around town. For some reason, I obviously didn't reset the trip meter last time I filled up and rather than realizing that I hadn't reset the trip meter, I subconsciously transposed 250 over 150 for my range. I made it just fine to the Wichitas and meant to get gas when I stopped at Sonic but forgot and just jumped on the turnpike and headed back for OKC. When I was about 25 miles north of medicine park m low fuel light came on. I thought to myself "I am way under 250 miles...I must have a leak!" Why that was the first explanation that popped in my head, I don't know. I pulled onto the shoulder and then it hit me...150 NOT 250! My trip meter read 167. Now, I was pretty sure the blinking fuel light meant about 1 gallon left and the solid meant about 1/3 gallon left. It was blinking so I prayed over what fuel I had and hoped to make it to Chickasha. I made it but kicked myself for being so stupid the whole way home.

Here are some more pics from the trip:

Really bright green goo in the creek...fascinated me