Ain't no curvy roads between Littlefield and College Station. I swear you can stand in Sweetwater and see straight into Temple. If it weren't for the road construction vehicles, that is.
I left the home of Waylon Jennings early with the sun coming up, with never a chance to investigate if all they have of Waylon is a billboard. They did have a great hot tub though at the motel, a good view of the fingernail moon, replete with sounds of goats bleating next door. Not your average spa night, but different!!
As promised, I did retake the pictures of the awesome wind farms north of Sweetwater. Hmm, some of these pictures might have been taken at speed, that explains why they are so crooked!
Guys, I know where your doves are!! In those sunflowers fields, flying erratically, trying to bash into defenseless motorcycle riders!
I was back in the familiar Texas heat around Gatesville and the push was on to see whether fatigue or the heat would tire me quickest. I learned several things on this trip, one being, that a hot V-twin engine can raise a welt on your leg through your mesh riding pants as you get off the bike at a gas stop causing you to yell out a most unladylike term. This is unfortunate say, if, there are road crews standing around, laughing about it, offering to help with their first aid kit. I, on the other hand, am secretly wondering, if this might be a good opportunity to practice my newly acquired "kill you with a water bottle" technique". But instead I just gave them a sweet smile.
I also learned that loads shift during riding. I had my Monkey Butt powder in the outside pocket in case of any Monkey Butt emergency. Well, during all the wind and bumpy roads in our beloved summer session of road construction, my load had shifted to make my Monkey Butt canister ride sideways instead of sitting straight up and it had come open as well. So, I'm riding along and checking my mirrors every so often to make sure nothing sneaks up behind me....like a DPS officer. And I see little puffs of white smoke coming out every time I hit a bump. Oh great....what would cause white smoke???? I can't imagine. It can't be coming out of my pipes, they're too low....so I stick my hand back there and take a look at my glove, which is covered with powder and sweet smelling MONKEY BUTT POWDER! Everytime I hit a bump, I'm poofing Monkey Butt powder out the back. It can only happen to me........the little engine that could!!! By the way, I'm out of Monkey Butt.
So, I made it home but not without more drama. As I came into the area north of Gause I could see a massive thunderstorm with lightening draping the area I would soon be riding into. I made it to Hearne (the armpit of the world). It was pouring so I sought shelter at the high school, called home and got a weather report. It was moving fast so only had to wait about 10 minutes.
Finally got to town and discovered the AGGIES are back. The town is infested.
Glad to be home.....more tales to tell....stay tuned
MotorcycleBelle
Song for today.....Magic Carpet Ride, Steppenwolf