Where? Okay, it’s just southwest of Tulsa.  OKC to Tulsa? – that ain’t very far – you’re right, Be patient and I’ll tell you the story.  Oh, and it’s (sa-PULL-pa)

Bert is apparently tight with the owner of the Indian motorcycle dealership here in OKC.  Yesterday (Easter Sunday) he sent him a text and asked if my bike could be moved to the front of the line so I could get on the road.  The owner told us that the service department is normally closed on Monday but to bring it in and he would see what he could do.  I was waiting in the parking lot when the owner and his secretary (and daughter) rolled in on their Indians.  I knew I was going to like this guy when I saw that he was smoking a cigar while riding in to work.  I introduced myself to Scott and told him what I would like to get done.  We got the paperwork taken care of and he said, “Why don’t you take my bike and come back in a couple hours.”  COUGH!!  Ummm – okay.  So, I rode down to the Stockyards and back on this silver Indian.  I got lots of thumbs up, “nice bike”, etc while I was riding it around.  It’s a very nice and comfortable ride – but I’m not ready to switch teams just yet.

The Stockyards, if you don’t know, is a conglomeration of of shops specializing in all things western, you can outfit an entire ranch (cattle included) or just find a new pair of boots and enjoy a great steak. It’s home to the Oklahoma National Stock Yards, the world’s largest feeder and stocker cattle market, where live cattle auctions take place every Monday and are open to the public – I did not go to the auction.  What I did, was visit Doc’s Custom Boots & got fitted for a pair of hand made Bull Hide shit kickers.

In addition to Indian motorcycles, Scott is the dealer for the Polaris Slingshot.  You might remember, I borrowed my father’s Slingshot and did a “ride” up to Sedona, AZ back in October, 2015.  When I brought Scott’s bike back, I saw MY Slingshot parked out front.

Luckily for me – I have no garage space left so this will just have to go on the “damn, that’s nice” list.  It should do really well here, since the colors are Oklahoma State University.

i thanked Scott and Joe (the mechanic & I believe Scott’s son in law) profusely then hopped on the scooter and headed north for a while, then east.  The roads were good enough but most important, was that I no longer had the feeling that at any moment I could be on the side of the road trying to hot wire my kill switch.  One last time, Bert, Scott, Joe, and everyone else that helped make this happen – THANK YOU.

Braum’s ice cream company is iconic in this part of the country.  Their ice cream is delicious (personal knowledge) and always fresh.  They also own everything needed to make it.  They grow the grass, to feed their cows, they own the milking facilities, the trucks to haul the milk, the ice cream factory, etc.  In order to maintain the freshness of it’s products, the company does not open stores outside a 300 mile radius of the home farm in Tuttle, OK.  Even so, they have over 280 stores in operation, with 128 stores in Oklahoma, 99 in Texas, 27 in Kansas, 13 in Arkansas and 13 in Missouri.  So, if you’re ever in the area, forget about Baskin Robins, look for a Braum’s.