Reason Of Purpose……..#162 (80’s)

1950 Dodge

The wheat harvesting season for the John Deere affiliate having slowed to a trickle Gary having decided on  a weekend journey to Oklahoma City to visit his daughter Marlo,  the trip being the inaugural road trip  for his 1950 Dodge pickup. Having never utilize the Dodge for traveling out-of-town  he garnered some concern,  not about its endurance or any unforeseen mechanical problems but obtaining the necessary  rate of advancement.   With its low-speed axle and wide open in fourth gear, the Dodge might be able to muster 55 mph,  possibly 60 with a tail wind.  It was  the temporal longevity of being on the road that was a perturbing factor, not wanting to spend an extra hour getting to his daughter house.   Deciding to embark after work on a Friday evening,  the warm Kansas summer wind blowing in as he crossed the Railroad tracks a mile south of Kiowa into Oklahoma . The steady sound of the engine keeping him company, the westward sun presenting an effervescent glow on the remnants of the once flowing fields of wheat painting a peaceful and solace picture.

Artisan Well on Highway #11

Artisan Well on Highway #11

Gary turning east at the eight mile corner onto highway #11,  electing to abort the alternate means thru Cherokee,  proceeding on the unimpeded highway paralleling the north side of the Great Salt Plains Lake past the popular natural water flowing artesian well just off the highway.  Being familiar with its history,  in 1954 the owner of the property deciding he needed an irrigation water source,  hiring a man to dig a well.  Both the owner and the well digger being pleasantly surprised that after going down only 25 ft. then tapped into a continuous flowing artesian water source.  Through the years, even though on private property the owner accommodated passing visitors an accordance to fill containers with the unblemished water.

The vastness of the plains approaching the town of Carrier turnoff

The vastness of the plains approaching the Carrier town turnoff

The jogging #132 turnoff being noted,  the community of Nash Oklahoma a one block waystop with a convenience gas station,  bar and restaurant, the remnants of past with the IOOF  hall, International Order of Odd Fellows still remaining.  Continuing southeast,  the vastness of the Oklahoma plains  encompassing the horizon until making an accordance with  highway #81,  the southern dictate to Oklahoma City.   The Dodge was performing admirably,  the six-cylinder  flat head,  218 CID engine at resonant rpm,  an appreciated motion driven breeze flowing thru the open windows as the pickup circumventing  downtown Enid.  Gary on familiar territory, the towering grain silos of Waukomis, the proud community of  Hennessey,  once a booming oil town spewed with multiple yards of field equipment, with nodding donkeys and an oil refinery,  it’s every present gas burn off flame lighting the night sky.  An article in Motor Trend magazine documented  Dover Oklahoma as a ‘speed trap’ town,  the 65 mph speed limit reduced to 25 mph within a quarter mile of the so called town, the local denizen well aware of the imperilment, a quandary to new visitors passing thru.  Entering Kingfisher with its booming 2000 population, having experienced the demise of the oilfield exploration but reinvented with an influx of Oklahoma City affluent personage to bolster the local economy, revitalizing the town as a  manicured and attired citadel,  complete with all the condiments of fast food, and expediency of organizational pride.

Red lights flashing in the mirror

The final rural vestige before Oklahoma city was Okarche,  a one traffic light event community.  Gary satisfied with the Dodge’s performance anxious to see an end to the time consuming journey  suddenly noticing a red flashing light in his rear-view mirror.    Aborting his progression,  pulling over to the curb,  a young police officer approached, Gary getting prepared to show him his license, insurance and registration but instead the young officer wanting to know where Gary was coming from and where he was going, finally asking ” Do you know why I stopped you?”.   Gary exhibited his perplexities, discerning that he wasn’t speeding but realized he had a Kansas plate, responding that he lived Kiowa and was on his way to Oklahoma City to visit his daughter and had no idea why he was stopped.   The young representative of the law in a lecturist voice asked if he was aware that the pickup was missing a tail light.  Gary thought for a minute then rendering an explanation, the Dodge was built with no turn signals and only one tail light, and in Kansas the pickup was legal.   The officer was hesitant,  removing himself back to his vehicle, Gary could see him in the mirror engaging the radio, returning he rendered that he had  called dispatch and  indeed Gary was right, the old Dodge with one tail light was legal.  The  ride to Oklahoma City was uneventful until venturing onto the six lane 240 bypass south, the Dodge at maximum speed attaining all of 55 mph the traffic coming up behind him at 75  staring at the driver of the  slow-moving pickup with Kansas tags as they went around.   Gary smiling the whole time just knowing that in all probability they thought he was “farmer Brown  coming to town in his old pickup’ ,  wishing he had a straw hat on to tip at the spectators.

A home run – Marlo

Deciding to check in at the $16.95  a night Motel Six across  Meridian Ave from the Holiday Inn West.  The Holiday Inn,  Gary’s home away from home a decade ago spending four years of his life playing keyboard and piano six nights a week at the Pirates Cove Club.  Placing a call to Kaye and Marlo letting them know of his arrival, asking if there was anything special they wanted to do.  Kaye relating that Marlo had an all girl Little League baseball game scheduled for tomorrow and thought that he might enjoy watching his daughter play.  The Saturday found Gary seeing his good friend Jerry Willis, wife Shirley and visiting his ex mother-in-law Helen and Marlo’s Great Grandma Sarah both who resided only four houses from Kayes.   During the ballgame Gary  seated, his ex-wife pointing to lady seated some distance from them, asking if he recognized her.   Gary scrutinizing the person, finally shaking his head saying that he couldn’t place her.  Kaye laughingly saying it was Sue Mason, the girl he broke up with 17 years ago to go with her.  With another look Gary saw the resemblance, the main difference  was the weight, 17 years ago Sue and  Kaye were both a petite 105 lbs. and where Kaye was still a petite 105 lbs., Sue had managed to add a lot of  carry-on baggage.  The trip to Oklahoma City to see his daughter provided a confidence in the Dodge, but that wasn’t his intent, concluding the reason of purpose thwarts an act of attainment.

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