Rides and Tales

There are certain advantages to bucking Thanksgiving Day traditions.  For one, my missus prepares a great seafood gumbo instead of the usual “turkey with all the fixin’s”.   And, while the rest of the world feasts or watches The Game, it’s possible to ride through the city on streets that are nearly empty. The luckiest woman in Flour Bluff and I decided to take advantage of the situation by riding  around Corpus Christi Bay to the town of Ingleside for a picnic.  She stashed picnic stuff in the saddlebag, hopped on the snatch pad and off we went.

The day was beautiful, breezy, the temperature topping out near 75°F (23.8° C).  We weren’t the only motorcyclists out enjoying the day, either.

Northbound over the Harbor Bridge and a picture postcard view of the USS Lexington Museum.

The couple we’d seen on the bayfront found their throttles, she  giving us the accepted “low wave” from her Shadow VLX as they went by.  You meet the nicest people on a Honda.

Riding through Ingleside, we made our way to the city park named, “Live Oak”.  Live Oak Park is plenty spacious even on days when there are more than the ten-or-so visitors we saw in addition to ourselves.

Who can resist being able to make a photograph of their motorcycle with an uncluttered background?  Note the very groovy way the saddlebag lids open to the outside.  

While I sat and absorbed the peacefulness of the day, Jill serenaded the trees with her Native American flute.

We were surely  enjoying the day, but the clock was walking (as it’s known to do, in these parts) and it was time to head back to the big Bluff  and make ready the feast.

Life’s good, we’re alive and in Texas.