Sunday I was able to catch an early AM solo ride on The Canvas. With no particular place to go I started heading south, my usual direction, but decided to switch it up and do northern route so I turned west on county two laners past the old now closed Bourbeuse Valley Harley shop over to Union and realized I had forgotten to eat.
Luckily for me in Union there is a Sonic Drive In that serves the most unhealthiest, best tasting, full of everything unholy, breakfast burrito filled with eggs, cheese, tators jalapenos, onions, hot sauce,,,, pardon me while I wipe my chin,,,, for breakfast. Served with fresh ice tea,,,, mmmm,, mmm, mm.
After scarfing down the only thing I'm gonna be able to eat all day I started truckin it north on boring 47 through the town of Washinghton, where I grew up and started my bikin life on a Benneli Dynamo 48 years ago.
I'm not sure why they named it Washington. Whole town is full of Germans. I think we were the only Scottish Indians in the land. Probably why I didn't fit in well,,, at least that's what I tell myself.
Maybe it was because they were all stout kids on 50cc Honda mini trails and I was a runt on a 65cc Bennelli. Oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter, then or now.
After crossing the Town With Large Canoes River, AKA Missouri River, I turned north at Dutzow on Alcoholic Way, AKA Highway 94.
Highway 94 is a nice curvy stretch of road that follows the Missouri River that Lewis and Clark followed. It as some nice rolling hills and a good flat spot here and there that lets you WOT at times,, when the wineheads aren't messing up your mojo. It runs by multiples of wineries and small towns and villages with names like Augusta and Schluersburg.
One of the vineyards along 94.
After passing some of the rolling hills it drops down by the river where there is a nice river access parking lot with a nice concrete ramp for boaters to use or just a good spot to stop and watch millions of gallons of water flow on past on it's way to the Mississippi River.
Across the river is a hydroelectric plant. Every time I see it I think of the Pink Floyd Animals album.
Heading east out of the river access is usually the WOT spot but this time I was in putt putt mode and was the first time in 30 years of riding this road i saw a this sign.
So I had to pull off and check it out. There was a small garden there with a tree but it wasn't the real Judgement Tree.
Apparently at one time Danial Boone was a judge here and this is where he did his judging. He sure was a busy man.
After the ol' judgement and WOT area I pulled into the town of Defiance which got it's name from it's founder defying the town founders of the town of Matson, where the Judgment Tree was located.
The town of Defiance has an S curve in it as you are pulling in from the west. At the S curve there are two bars, One on the left side of the road and one on the right side of the road.
I had to pull into Terry's and Kathy's, the bar on the right and get me a hit of something to wash down any corona I might of picked up along my route.
Terry's and Kathy's Inn and has been that same name for a million years. The bar on the left is now called The Defiance Roadhouse which has changed names throughout the years.
Terry's and Kathy's has always been kinda of a biker bar. The Defiance Roadhouse used to be more of a farmer redneck joint until the biker thing became a money maker.
Now on really nice days the bikes fill both parking lots and any space a bike can fit. A lot of folks come from the suburb town of St, Charles and make a day off it.
While enjoying my beverage there was a very nice springer softail I was googling at next to The Canvas that was giving me ideas. Man I love the springer front end.
Heading northeast out of the flats of Defiance 94 climbs back up into some hills and curves until you come into Weldon Springs where you come upon a humongous tall pile of rocks about six stories tall that is now a park covering once was a TNT and DNT plant that was used to win us our freedom back when we were killing the Germans.
Kinda ironic that there were three small German communities that were bought up, wiped out where this TNT plant was built to wipe out the Germans.
The plant stop production when the Japanese where hit by Fat Man and Little Boy. Later it became the Uranium Feed Mill Plant. Lots of bad stuff in that area.
Right up the road is Francis Howell High School which is where I got edjucated. It's a wonder that myself and many others from that school have had cancer. War is hell.
After rolling by the old school yard I turned on county highway D that runs back west through Busch Wildlife, which has hundreds of storage bunkers placed here and there around the area. The storage bunkers were used to store the ammo and chemicals during war time and beyond. They were eventually cleaned out. The conservation uses some of them to store corn for the wild animals during rough seasons.
This one of those bunkers.
I don't have any photos so I swiped that from the WWW
Years ago we was able to get into a couple of them when we used to hang out at Busch but most of those areas where these are at now are blocked off to keep the humans away unless you are wearing one of those goofy hats and driving a Bronco.
Highway D comes into St. Charles County highway T where another great watering hole called D & T Tavern sits, they thought hard on that name. I decided I should just keep on keepin on as it was starting to warm up so I turned south on T and then to double T highway which cuts back through the hills and woods. It's one of my favorite roads to hit in fall when the leaves are changing because you ride in a tunnel of orange, reds and yellows until you come to a clearing that over looks the river valley and the town of Dutzow.
Going back through Dutzow and past the Blumenhof winery I head back on state highway 47 crossing The Town of Large Canoes River again into Washington. I roll past the hospital where my cancer was discovered what seams like a hundred years ago and turn east on 5th street through town and on to old highway 100 that runs near the river and is the two laner that knuckleheads and Packard's used to get over to Route 66 before the new four lane highway was built.
Turning off 100 onto Franklin County Highway T keeps me close to the river and back on the curves and hills I grave.
Coming around a bend on a hill top I get a view of the other side of the hydroelectric plant which I call side A of the Pink Floyd Animals album.
Highway T runs through another small town called Labadie that has a distillery that makes some fine whiskeys that even makes my not much of a drinker wife say "Not bad."
I eventually turn on another small smooth twisty road that takes me back to the house that is one of my go to roads after work. It has some nice switchbacks with banks in them that let me feel some G's in my a$$ and makes me giggle.
It also has a small ranch on it that raises buffalo and I like to stop and watch them.
To finalize my ride I went up to the high point of Pacific that was the look out spot during the Civil War and soak in the day and it's only 2:00 PM.
I really like that Oldiron posted his map of his ride so I figured out how to do it so here's the link to my ride if you care to see it.
You meet some of the best folks behind bars.