San Antonio, TX to Del Rio, TX; 200 miles
I spent my day yesterday sucking back scotch and sodas like it was my job at the annual Gold Cup equestrian event held in The Plains, VA. It was an excellent day as far as the weather was concerned. The party we attended on Members Hill at Gold Cup was absolutely top notch, and it didn't suck that I actually won $80.00 on a single race early on in the day... Not quite the Kentucky Derby, but it'll do.
Still, I couldn't help but keep thinking about what the boys must be doing; Where'd they make it to today? Are they having the same weather we're having here in the Old Dominion? Well, eventually I got drunk enough that all I could think about was, "left foot in front of the right, lean forward, right foot in front of the left, repeat. Bathroom dead ahead." But the guys got back to me later in the evening and sent me their update today, so it turned out to be a perfect world after all...
Below are the updates on both Friday and Saturday, including a bit more detail around the Love-Bug Blues (see: day 5):
"New road update. Louisiana has captured the basement on road conditions and Texas has taken over the lead.
New category – drivers. Texas has the best.
Yesterday was not a whole lot of fun.
Backtracked from Winnie to pick up the Beach “scenic route” to Freeport. Not much to it, could have been anywhere, except for the refineries here and there.
Crossed Galveston Bay on the ferry, then rode the beach wall to a supposedly really cool biker bar named Woody’s according to a local…. We were the only ones there on a Friday afternoon, and they didn’t serve food. Headed N. to work our way to Bull Pratt’s house N. of San Antonio. Pretty boring ride up to the point where the Love Bugs (Coitus Insectus Splatus) struck with a vengeance. My wind shield was at the lowest height and I got nailed! Got so bad we had to stop so I could clean my sunglasses as I couldn’t see.
I am still getting love bugs guts out of the frames. FYI, they would bounce off your face and destruct on the inside of the windshield. Bull met us and led us in to his incredibly beautiful home where we spent a grand evening with his lovely wife Linda.
Rigid wrote the Blog entry, but an accidental brush against some key lost the whole thing.
A friend of Bull’s, Chuck Degand joined us for a manly cholesterol overload breakfast before we left. Chuck and Bull planned to ride with us today. While eating, Willie called and said for Bull and the boys to join him and Waylon at Luckenbach – so off we went! A little nippy and very windy – again. As usual, another slight hiccup.
In a 21st century adaptation of surrendering your guns at the city limits, a cheesy little rent-a-Barney Fife wanted us to pay $10.00 each just to get into the city. A “city” that consists of a bar and a post office. Waylon and Willie got the word and didn’t show, and we decided to pass on this legal extortion. What followed was our best ride to date.
Bull led us through the Hill Country of Texas.
Whatever you’ve heard or read about this part of the country doesn’t do it justice.
Since there was appalling lack of saloons, we stopped in Utopia at the Lost Maples Café for iced tea and a slice of home made pie (typical biker fare).
Making it safely through a Border Patrol checkpoint, we arrived in Del Rio in time for some good ole Texas BBQ and then off to spend the night at a house on Laughlin AFB, complete with a TV so Bull and Chuck could watch their beloved San Antonio Spurs.
The Mexico Line?
Rigid and I were planning to camp out, but Bull and Chuck whined so much we acquiesced and got lodging at the nearby AFB.
After a body cavity search by the civilian rent-a-cop who was understandably a little suspect of this “motor sickle” gang, we arrived safely for the night.
As of this moment, the Spurs are ahead.
Rigid here:
Just a few thoughts on Texas. 1st, love bugs are not, they are suicide buggers – little terrorists. 2nd, everyone in Texas has a bike. We saw more bikes today then you would see in a whole week at Daytona. 3rd, Texas has four gas stations… You can ride for hours and not see any sign of civilization least of all a gas station. Thank HD for a six gallon tank. Texas north and west of San Antonio is much better then I would have thought – very nice riding roads thanks to the local knowledge of Bull and Chuck."
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