Had a very fast ride through some very beautiful country, tainted only by some extremely bad driving. The landscapes changing again: no more praries but lots of trees, tough looking desert plants, bright red soil and lots of dragonflies and birds of prey hovering above. Don't ask me what they are. A few cowboy hats are appearing in the passing pick-ups as I get closer to Oklahoma City and the Texas border.There seems to be a phenomon in the US, I've seen it in all the states I've passed through; the weekend Harley rider. They're absolutely hilarious, especially the ones in gangs who wear mirror shades, black bandana and a fake bad attitude. There's hundreds of them. Their stocks and shares must have done really well to afford bikes like those. The only exception I've encountered so far was this guy who had a ZZ top beard and had been riding the same Harley for 25 years. He maintained the bike himself and kept his own stock of spares. A true biker.
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