Bill Dragoo and I were on a week-long motorcycle ride in Arkansas for a magazine story. It was early April on a cold rainy late afternoon as we wound along lonesome Highway 16 in the Boston Mountains. Our heated vests were barely keeping us warm, especially as the rain tried to seep through our gear and chill every part of our body. Bill and I saw this business with a nice overhang, and decided to stop for a bit, warm up, and try and get dry. We looked around and couldn’t find anyone there but felt that since it was a business open to the public, we would be fine to hang out on the front porch.
After an hour or so, the owner stopped by and offered to put us up for the night. It was about to get dark and we certainly were not looking forward to driving an hour in the cold rain only to pitch a tent on wet ground. We jumped at the offer to spend the night by the fire with a nice dinner.
Bill and I really appreciated the warm bed, hot food, and hot showers. However, we almost packed our bikes and left around 9 pm and that night. You will have to ask us in person about that little incident. We ended up staying and left early the next morning.