Monday, March 24, 2014

A Historical Ride


March 24, 2014

The blog post that almost didn't get written!

This blog post was about the history of Railroading in the Shawnee, Oklahoma area, and one of the prominent parts of it was to be the history of the A-OK Railroad that now has it's western routes based here in the Shawnee, area. And so, just as I was into it, and suffered a bit of writers block, I saved it and went elsewhere ..... including Facebook where, low and behold, a fellow bicycle rider in this area published a history of the A-OK railroad on Facebook. I was a bit unhappy about it ..... and I went back and wiped everything that I had written. After thinking about it for a while however, I realized that my blog post wasn't going to be about that particular railroad, but more of the impact of railroading in general to the history of this area. So, I decided to give it another try.

First off, lets go on back when there were no paved roads, and everything was dirt, and a few gravelled roads. Bicycles were more common than motorcars, and horses, or mules and wagons ruled the day.


Of course, you will just have to pretend it's on a dirt road. The gentleman driving this fine team of mules is training for a cross-Oklahoma mule trail ride, much like our bicycling freewheel ride.

So then ...... it's off the main roads, and on to gravel for a while on our historical tour.


Some was more dirt than gravel.



And some roads looked pretty good.



And then I came across the North Canadian River. This must have been a formidable obstacle for early travellers in this area. Certainly for the early railroads as this river floods violently in the Spring rainy season, making it difficult at best to maintain wooden trestle type railroad bridges.
 


 
 
There is still some historical farm implements scattered about also, like this old dump rake being used as a gate.
 

 
 
From there, I followed gravel roads and pavement back into Shawnee where we will begin our historical part of the tour. The old Santa Fe Depot here in Shawnee dates back to the 1890's and is now preserved as a museum and historical monument.
 

 
 
Believe me, it took a bit of concentration and effort to convince the bike to stand there and wait for me to take this picture. There is no kickstand on this bike, and the wind was blowing. Below is a shot of the front of the Depot with my trusty steed standing in front.
 

 
From there, it was downtown through Shawnee on Main Street, where I found this building ..... and from the description of their services above the doorway, it seemed to fit right in with the historical theme. One can almost imaging fur trappers bringing in their pelts and hides for barter. Probably not a pawn shop at that time either. It always amazes me that I can ride my bicycle right down through a two lane Main drag in the middle of the day, but there really is no problem.
 

Main Street, looking west.


The Rock Island Railroad had extensive services here as Shawnee was a major yard and maintenance facility. Today, this is how the old Rock Island shops look. This is now a grain and feed storage building.


But ..... back in 1911 it had an altogether different look, the look of a busy railroad service and maintenance facility.


The Rock Island was a busy place, and was one of Shawnee's largest employers at the time. The "Rock" also gathered up some of the smaller railroads in this area at the time, one of which was the fledgling Oklahoma and Arkansas Railroad which had rights of way and rails throughout the eastern Oklahoma coal fields, through places like Coalgate, McAlester, Krebs, and Wilburton. Today, the tracks between Shawnee and McAlester are abandoned, but the railroad still has plans of reconnecting .....darn ..... there goes another rail-trail down the tubes. As one might imagine, a railroad with that much influence and payroll would spawn cottage industries. One of the more famous, and one that is still operating today is Roundhouse Industries, makers of some of the toughest overalls made. They also made them in sizes to fit everybody, all the way up to an 80 inch waist size! A welcome industry indeed with all the workers in the rail yards needing just that type of clothing. Today, Roundhouse still makes overalls, still to the same overall quality and specifications, and while their location is no longer on Main street, they are still a part of the Shawnee economy. This picture is of their building on Main. From the looks of the cars, I'd say sometime in the Twenties. Shawnee's Main street is not nearly that busy today.



Another business that is still operating even though they had some rough times is the A-OK Railroad. Shawnee is the Maintenance and dispatch yard for the western Oklahoma region. Wilburton, Oklahoma services the eastern regions and Arkansas. Today, they are primarily a sand hauler for the oil field industry, as well as a grain hauler for our local Shawnee Mills. One of their engines was in the yard today and being serviced ...... note the pile of oil filters on the ground next to it. Twenty-four filters and 12 fifty-five gallon barrels of oil it takes for an oil change. They change filters regularly, but not oil, just top it off with a barrel or two.


After talking to the workers maintaining the engine if I could take my camera inside, they said "sure, climb on up", even though the engine was sitting there running at the time. So .... I did. Not too often one gets to see the inside of an operating railroad locomotive.





And a close up of the control block.


A railroad without a crane would be amiss. This is called a "Little Burro", and they were using it just a bit ago while they are rebuilding the trestle over the North Canadian River just east of town.


And, on the way home, the urge to stop and take a selfie was irresistable, especially under the shade of a convenient cedar.
 
 A fun thirty mile ride, over pavement, gravel, dirt and history.

 
 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, March 9, 2014

My Ding-A-Ling



March 9, 2014

My Ding-A-Ling

For the title, I will need to express an apology to Mr. Chuck Berry, but the name of his song turned out to be so appropriate in a funny sort of way. This will become evident later in the story .... but first ....

I've been wanting to get Eugene the Jeep out for a longer ride to see how well he would do.....


For those old enough to remember, this character, Eugene the Jeep appeared in some of the very early Popeye cartoons and was a do anything, anywhere, anyhow sort of creature. Nothing was too much for The Jeep. Supposedly, this is the character that the Jeep vehicle was named after, and it fits my new bike superbly as well. It does anything you ask it, and asks for more. So, today, I aired up the tires to 65 pounds because I was planning to stay on pavement for a 50 mile ride, and was not planning on getting off the pavement. Usually, if I'm on mostly gravel, I've found that 55 pounds works well with these tires. I may put on a bit wider tire so I can reduce the pressure a bit more. Today however, it was all pavement, so 65 it is ...... Seven miles after I left the house ..... hmmmm..... I wonder where that road goes, I've never been out there......


And so, we start a new adventure of gravel again.




I have to confess, I really like travelling gravel roads because traffic is very, very light to almost non-existent, and when a vehicle does pass you, they seem to do so very slowly and carefully, unlike the way they pass on pavement.



The gravel road eventually gave way to hard packed dirt, although with the recent rain and snow, some parts of it were decidedly more of a soft serve. Still, it was a great diversion, and turned out to be a wonderful road to travel. I did, however, regret airing the tires up so high before I left, and almost thought about dropping the pressure a bit, but I knew I'd be rejoining the pavement before long.


I love old farmsteads with windmills.



And then there was this bridge ..... sort of .... the sign said 3 tons, I think they were being optimistic. All wood, and gettin' pretty long in the tooth as well. Still, even though I've gained a few this winter, I was not approaching even close the the requisite 3 tons, so I went on across, and lived to tell the story.


This was the creek it passed over.


A little beyond the bridge was this "Mexican Fighting Cow"....  "Hey Gringo ....you better not be calling me Ha' ....Toro .... Or I'll show you how sharp we senoritas keep these horns" ....


Hard to do a ride without finding a pretty horse picture somewhere.


What about the title ....what about the title ........ Well, okay, a picture of "My Ding-A-Ling ..... but first the story to go with it. Shortly after the horse picture, I was just cruising along minding my own business when all of a sudden, out from some trees next to a farmhouse along the road this crazy dog tears out across the highway growling like he's going to start by taking off my leg first, and then see what else he wanted. I hollered at him .....never fazed him....he just kept coming..... just as he was reaching for my ankle (which was rotating furiously by this time) I rang my bell twice  ... ding-ding ... and it's LOUD ..... He skidded to a stop like I'd shot at him, and took off running for home with his tail between his legs. Either he had never heard anything like that before, or he was one of Pavlov's left overs, which, I don't know. I was surprised it worked that well. Probably just on that particular dog. The expression on his face was priceless. And so here is My Ding-A-Ling.... From there on, an uneventful ride back into and through town. Ran across Wayne just leaving his house for a short ride, but he didn't want to go as far as I was going because he was expecting some company. We chatted for a bit and then I went on through town, and being Sunday, right up Main Street.





Such a cool car required an even cooler frame ....



It was pretty highly modified, but I believe it to be either a Buick or Pontiac, around a 1941 model.



Considering that I worked for Sinclair when it was still Harry Sinclair's company, these old signs took on a special meaning for me.


Looking back up Main Street, on a Sunday afternoon, there is not much traffic to contend with.


One of the building murals on Main.


And so, another twelve miles from here, and I was home again. On the way back, I caught up with a runner wayyyy out of town, and it turned out to be an old friend and bicycle racer Gina Kraft. She has taken up distance running now, and is very fast. Figures, she was very fast on her bike and won many races. The bike performed flawlessly, and my ding-a ling worked better than I had ever thought. Saw hawks, doves, and Mexican fighting cows. What a day.