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Jack and I worked out a time and place for him to pass the Roadglide.org Rally Flag on to me to carry to Sharkweek, or pass on to someone else to bring it to Appleton.
The weather forecast for Saturday was much more tolerable than the heat wave we have been tolerating for about a week. The plan was to meet at Barber when they opened at 10 AM. My route was backroads which turned a 2 hour interstate ride into a 3 hour backroads ride.
Scott and Steve decided to join in on the fun and left out of Indiana Friday afternoon.
I was the first to arrive at Barber about 0945 after zigging and zagging through the Alabama hills.
The guys showed up a little after 10 and when i walked out to greet them they were deep in conversation with a security guard. There is no telling what they did to get his attention.

There are a lot of interesting and exotic motorcycles in the museum, but this is the bike I would love to ride before I die. Captain America is such an iconic motorcycle that had me as a kid turn my Schwinn 3 speed banana seat bike into a chopper with steel tent poles, sissy bar and ape hangers. Sure wish my parents had taken a photo of me on that bike. LOL! Even though this bike is a replica, it still stirs something inside me and I can hear Steppenwolf playing in my head.
Most people don't photograph Captain America from the below angles, but for me this is the best angle for putting yourself at the controls and imagining what it would be like to ride this machine!
Scott and Jack holding the Flag in front of Captain America. I didn't realize that know one knows where the original Captain America is because it was stolen before the movie released. But it looks like two guys lay claim to owning the bike due to "Grizzly Adams" probably scamming them. The Battle Over Captain America, the Chopper from "Easy Rider" - Maxim.
Below is Jack relinquishing the Flag into my care. I am honored to hold onto the flag until it can be passed onto the next member or I deliver it to the rally in Appleton. Knowing that I have to get the flag to Appleton has given me an extra purpose to make sure I go, hell or high water.
Touring the museum for a few hours was awesome, but eventually hunger set in. I ended up taking the lead and headed into the town of Leeds where I spotted this small BBQ joint on the side of the road.
The food was tasty and the conversation was good. Definitely lost track of time, and forget to take a photo of us at the table.
We said our goodbyes after lunch with Jack heading south towards Montgomery, while Scott and Steve were hitting the interstate to head back towards Indiana. I had not particular plan and just punched in the small town of Oneonta, AL with the GPS on shortest distance. Before I left out of Leeds I had to stop and get a photo of the bike with this aged mural of the railroad days that helped define the area.
Once I hit Oneonta, I plugged in "home" on the GPS, which was still set on shortest distance. This is an example of the types of roads I was riding on my way home. In the cities the temps were in the 90s. Out here I saw as low as 81 degrees when under the shade of the trees.
All in all it was a great day for riding, looking at bikes, and sharing stories with like minded men. I will follow up with some photos of other bikes of interest to me in the museum, and with the rally flag hanging in my shop.
The weather forecast for Saturday was much more tolerable than the heat wave we have been tolerating for about a week. The plan was to meet at Barber when they opened at 10 AM. My route was backroads which turned a 2 hour interstate ride into a 3 hour backroads ride.
Scott and Steve decided to join in on the fun and left out of Indiana Friday afternoon.
I was the first to arrive at Barber about 0945 after zigging and zagging through the Alabama hills.
The guys showed up a little after 10 and when i walked out to greet them they were deep in conversation with a security guard. There is no telling what they did to get his attention.
There are a lot of interesting and exotic motorcycles in the museum, but this is the bike I would love to ride before I die. Captain America is such an iconic motorcycle that had me as a kid turn my Schwinn 3 speed banana seat bike into a chopper with steel tent poles, sissy bar and ape hangers. Sure wish my parents had taken a photo of me on that bike. LOL! Even though this bike is a replica, it still stirs something inside me and I can hear Steppenwolf playing in my head.
Most people don't photograph Captain America from the below angles, but for me this is the best angle for putting yourself at the controls and imagining what it would be like to ride this machine!
Scott and Jack holding the Flag in front of Captain America. I didn't realize that know one knows where the original Captain America is because it was stolen before the movie released. But it looks like two guys lay claim to owning the bike due to "Grizzly Adams" probably scamming them. The Battle Over Captain America, the Chopper from "Easy Rider" - Maxim.
Below is Jack relinquishing the Flag into my care. I am honored to hold onto the flag until it can be passed onto the next member or I deliver it to the rally in Appleton. Knowing that I have to get the flag to Appleton has given me an extra purpose to make sure I go, hell or high water.
Touring the museum for a few hours was awesome, but eventually hunger set in. I ended up taking the lead and headed into the town of Leeds where I spotted this small BBQ joint on the side of the road.
The food was tasty and the conversation was good. Definitely lost track of time, and forget to take a photo of us at the table.
We said our goodbyes after lunch with Jack heading south towards Montgomery, while Scott and Steve were hitting the interstate to head back towards Indiana. I had not particular plan and just punched in the small town of Oneonta, AL with the GPS on shortest distance. Before I left out of Leeds I had to stop and get a photo of the bike with this aged mural of the railroad days that helped define the area.
Once I hit Oneonta, I plugged in "home" on the GPS, which was still set on shortest distance. This is an example of the types of roads I was riding on my way home. In the cities the temps were in the 90s. Out here I saw as low as 81 degrees when under the shade of the trees.
All in all it was a great day for riding, looking at bikes, and sharing stories with like minded men. I will follow up with some photos of other bikes of interest to me in the museum, and with the rally flag hanging in my shop.