MotoTex
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There is a wave of pavement spreading across this fine land and in its wake it leaves pristine roads with bridges you don't even notice. Its just so perfect you hardly realize you are riding on a surface at all.
Compared to a simple gravel road.
A dirt road has personality. It speaks to a rider, imparting the road's feelings about the weather or perhaps sharing political views as you get a little loose rounding a corner, and, those special times when you're negotiating rutted or muddy or rocky or sandy ... joy.
Not so much with new pavement. Where is that joy, that meaningful discourse that only comes from being tertiarily involved in that on and off relationship shared between dirt and rubber.
This scourge infecting our favorite back roads is incurable and seemingly unstoppable. All you can do is ride 'em if you got 'em. They are going fast.
I don't think the roller they've been running up and down the road at my place bodes well for its own dirty future. Soon to be R.I.P. (Recently Improved Pavement)
For any of you familiar with the bridge/low water option on Owl Creek Road out of Warda, I regret having to share that today I found the road closed and a half-completed replacement bridge being installed.
It was a sad sight, almost enough to draw a tear. I'll miss that rather sketchy bridge that was there.
"Passenger Vehicles Only" I think the sign read.
This was once a happy dirt road where billows of dust followed each passerby celebrating both the traveler and the traveled upon. First it was paved, and now, lobotomized of the remaining personality it once shared with those of us who notice these things.
For any who have the opportunity, it is possible to go around the barriers and use the paved low water crossing. Just watch for the slick-as-snot gumbo around the barricade on the East side. I suspect the low water crossing may also go the way of the Dodo with the new bridge handling reasonable loads.
As my mom once said, "Progress just ain't no durn good."
For those who find themselves in the area, ride it while you can.
I'd like to dedicate this tread (Freudian slip) to recalling those memorable sections of road you miss, which have fallen to the encroaching menace of progress.
Compared to a simple gravel road.
A dirt road has personality. It speaks to a rider, imparting the road's feelings about the weather or perhaps sharing political views as you get a little loose rounding a corner, and, those special times when you're negotiating rutted or muddy or rocky or sandy ... joy.
Not so much with new pavement. Where is that joy, that meaningful discourse that only comes from being tertiarily involved in that on and off relationship shared between dirt and rubber.
This scourge infecting our favorite back roads is incurable and seemingly unstoppable. All you can do is ride 'em if you got 'em. They are going fast.
I don't think the roller they've been running up and down the road at my place bodes well for its own dirty future. Soon to be R.I.P. (Recently Improved Pavement)
For any of you familiar with the bridge/low water option on Owl Creek Road out of Warda, I regret having to share that today I found the road closed and a half-completed replacement bridge being installed.
It was a sad sight, almost enough to draw a tear. I'll miss that rather sketchy bridge that was there.
"Passenger Vehicles Only" I think the sign read.
This was once a happy dirt road where billows of dust followed each passerby celebrating both the traveler and the traveled upon. First it was paved, and now, lobotomized of the remaining personality it once shared with those of us who notice these things.
For any who have the opportunity, it is possible to go around the barriers and use the paved low water crossing. Just watch for the slick-as-snot gumbo around the barricade on the East side. I suspect the low water crossing may also go the way of the Dodo with the new bridge handling reasonable loads.
As my mom once said, "Progress just ain't no durn good."
For those who find themselves in the area, ride it while you can.
I'd like to dedicate this tread (Freudian slip) to recalling those memorable sections of road you miss, which have fallen to the encroaching menace of progress.