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Missouri: The Great Branson Stampede

Text: Wayne Peterson • Photography: John Kimpel

Misconceptions and skepticism are not the way to start anything, especially a 2,000-mile round trip to a place you’ve never been, on a bike you’ve never ridden. But that’s how this adventure for the “Lost Squadron”—consisting of John on his 2013 Harley-Davidson FXDC, and me on a 2018 Can-Am Spyder RT Limited—began. I had heard stories about Branson, MO, a town often depicted as “Hillbilly Heaven,” with folks sitting on hay bales and listening to banjo music. Man, was I wrong! And as for the Can-Am Spyder? Well, I thought they looked cool, like a Star Wars Landspeeder or X-wing starfighter, but I never considered the three-wheeled motorcycle to be a serious touring machine. Wrong again.

Our journey started from home, in Muskego, WI, in early October and covered portions of Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, and Arkansas. Temperatures ranged from the upper 80s near Branson to the low 40s in Wisconsin. Thankfully, we only got drenched once, in Branson.

Coming into Hannibal, MO, we began to pick up portions of the Great River Road along the Mississippi. Although I have ridden this way before, I still find the drive along the national scenic byway inspiring. Unfortunately, we would be on the route only briefly, for the next day we motored west across Missouri on Highway 19, and then onto I-44 (old Route 66), before pulling into Ozark, after a 280-mile ride, for our next overnighter at the Oasis Hotel & Convention Center, about 19 miles north. 

Highway 19 is a great, rolling, sometimes curvy road through small towns and pastureland. We maintained a comfortable speed on this long state highway, and for the most part the scenery was very pleasant. By comparison, I-40 was a different experience. This four-lane may have rolled and curved, and there were some nice views, but the traffic—namely the 18-wheelers with tandem trailers—was overwhelming; when those tractor-trailers passed us on the downhills at 75-80 mph, the Spyder had trouble staying on the road and John had to hang on to his H-D for dear life. This was not fun and we swore we would find a better route back.

Ozark, MO, a suburb of Springfield, is about 30 miles due north of Branson via I-65, the four lane expressway with tons of billboards and more 18-wheelers. An alternate route with a more leisurely pace is two-lane Highway 160 from Springfield to the west side of Branson, which takes you about 56 miles through small towns.

Biker Heaven

Remember those misconceptions? Here is where they started to fall apart. First, there are no bad roads in this area of Missouri, with the exception of those four-lane racetracks. If there’s a biker heaven, it’s here! Just about every road close to Branson must have been designed by a motorcyclist. Even roads we didn’t have on our hit list or were detoured onto were awesome: hilly with low, deep drops where you could pick up speed and then lean back and blast up the other side, only to whip around another curve into another dip, curve, and another curve, dip, and hill. The road surfaces were excellent, and the scenery ranged from deeply shadowed oak forests to rolling hills with streams that stretched beyond the horizon. 

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For the complete touring article, including facts & information, map(s), and GPS files, please purchase the May/June 2019 back issue.