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In the trailer, I had a backup set of “woven cover” sparkplug wires that looked like classic old wires. We tried one to see if it would spark for us, but it turned out they were no good because they were silicone-based modern sparkplug wires. They were simply incapable of sending the magneto’s energy to spark the plug. Who knew!?
So, we were forced to trailer the bike and head two miles further to Council Grove in search of sparkplug wires. Glen rode ahead to scout out the best dining in town. It was getting to be lunch time and there was no cause to work on the bike or ride hungry! Glen was quickly directed to Hays House, a tavern opened in 1857. That would be our spot for lunch today. But before lunch, I walked into the local NAPA auto parts store a few blocks away and asked for copper or metal core sparkplug wires. The younger guy behind the counter didn’t understand until another customer explained what I needed (thank you well-informed bystander!). The young salesman quickly returned with a set of sparkplug wires I could see had metal cores. He said they were for a tractor. Okay, well, tractor sparkplug wires… perfect by me!
We parked the truck and trailer behind the Hays House and went inside to have a much-needed lunch before tending to this sparkplug wire issue. By the time we were done with lunch, it was raining in earnest and there was an open question as to whether I would continue riding. But we needed to replace the offending sparkplug wires no matter what, so we went back to the trailer and replaced the wires to #3 and #4 cylinder. The Red One was restored to full life!
The rain seemed to be letting up a bit, and the weather radar suggested it would not get any worse, so I saddled up and rode west out of Council Grove in the rain, bound for the historical marker designating the intersection of the Santa Fe Trail and the Chisolm Trail east of Canton, Kansas.
It rained the whole way, although it was light rain at times. By the time we rode the last 4-¾ miles on gravel roads through Lehigh, Kansas, then west to the historical marker, I realized that I was drenched to the bone!
This seems like an opportune time to mention the history of automobile roads in the United States. Most often in the eastern USA, real estate is at such a premium that most modern roads are laid down over the top of the old roads, with some license taken for straightening or blasting though hills. Additionally, most of the original roads paralleled railroad tracks, which passed through towns and villages that had water and coal for the trains. Out west, when the trains stopped being the primary mode of transportation for people, as modern roads were installed, they were installed parallel to the old road, but up to a mile offset. This had the effect of routing automobile traffic past – not through – the towns on the old road. Most of the towns still exist, but the old road? Well, I like to joke that the State of Kansas is serious about their preservation of history in that they maintain that old road in the condition it was back in 1919!
After Loring Hill laid into me for an unexpected ride on a 23-mile stretch of fresh, mushy, and dusty gravel road in Missouri in 2019, I was committed in 2022 to ensure we discussed – in advance – any gravel roads we would be riding. But... I had forgotten about the road through Lehigh! Still the condition of the road through Lehigh was better than Missouri in 2019 and the rain also provided a dust-free transit. Still, it was not exactly the best road for Glen’s BMW K1600 or my 1919 Henderson. Between the sparkplug wires, the rain, and the gravel, I made the executive call when we arrived at the marker: “We are done riding for today!” I thought I saw flashes of pure joy in the faces of both Willie and Glen. I was so wet that my boots were still not dry the next morning! |
