After we left Leslie, it was time for the guys to have some fun. Both had been very patient as we shopped in these little towns (which, by the way, they were smart to take us on the motorcycle since saddlebags are not that big and were full of clothes.)
In case you didn’t know, fun to boys on motorcycles mean twisty, curvy roads at high rates of speed. So, from Leslie, we rode to Push Mountain Road (hwy 341).
This is the beginning of Push Mountain Road and the only pictures I was able to take hanging off the back of the motorcycle.
Did you see that sign???
Push Mountain Road is a 25 mile stretch of mountains and valleys. The road has over 100 curves and is ranked one of the best motorcycle roads in the country.
I did find some cool aerial photos at ozarkmountains.com though.
My biker name is Knuckles. My brother-in-law granted me this name when we started riding several years ago.
I did not get this nickname because I’m a big, bad, biker chick.
I do not evoke fear in the hearts of the meek.
Children do not fear me.
I got the nickname for this reason.
Can you see the whites of my knuckles?
They were white for 100 curves and 25 miles of mountains and valleys.
Remember this sign?
It says 25 mph.
I have always been one to obey the law. My husband, however, must have missed this sign because we did NOT go 25 mph.
Not even close.