Rides and Tales

Observations From Behind Bars

Lamar Lunch ride

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Wednesday, the luckiest girl in Flour Bluff informed me she coveted a po’boy from Pop’s Place over in Lamar, TX.  I’ve taken y’all to Pop’s, before.
We  generally  get  on the back roads, such as they are, when navigating the north side of the bay.
Locals begin avoiding, or  begin frequenting, certain places  this time of year  because of the influx of Spring Break tourists.  This is also the time of year that a migration of snowbirds (Chamber of Commerce translation: Winter Texans) occurs .

What’s left of the back roads often lead to RV parks for those who bring their houses with them.  That that can suck the fun right out of the few curves we have in this part of the world.


Black Buzzards.  Photo by Jill.  Wishful thinking?


Okay, I’m exaggerating, in this case, at least.  The transient continued on to the the main drag of Rockport while we skirted the town.

The Farm Road we skirted on ends at SH-35, just spitting distance from the Copano Bay bridge. Once across the bridge, Lamar is  just around the corner.

Though historically signifigant, modern Lamar, until recently, boasted only a few hundred residents.  Pop’s Place was a bar that sold nachos and  locally famous hamburgers and was decorated with an almost overwhelming number of mounted fish,  trophy deer, boar, rabbit, fox and jackalope.  Pop must have been a taxidermist. The place was a haven for out-of-town sport fishermen and  guides.
Since their discovery of the Texas coast,  affluent retirees have been an agent of change and Pop’s has changed as well, changing hands and changing decor.  The only thing not changed is the “Motorcycle Parking Only” area.

As I pulled the big yella bike into that reserved area the number of shiny cars out front (and the dearth of trucks and air boats) made us wary.
Once inside, I was stunned by the number of… mature… women shooting pool and generally cutting up and carrying on.  It seems about twenty-five of  them  pretty much take over the bar one Wednesday out of the month.
I learned this when one of the ladies approached our table and told us how much the others envied our being on the motorcycle and asked if she could flash Jill’s fringed leather jacket to her gang.

She was a sweet old gal  who turned out to be from New Orleans and had scandalized her belle of a mom by being seen on motorcycles. In the course of their conversation Jill related that her  family was of New Orleans  and that her mom, and her grandmother had ridden on motorcycles.  Well, that tickled the gal no end.
After a couple of minutes, our food arrived and she politely excused herself and returned to raggin’ on her friends and shooting pool.
It does take all types and we get to meet some of the interesting ones.

Jill had her po’boy, and I, the famous Big Tree Burger (named for the extremely old Live Oak tree that grows, nearby). There’s only a couple of places where hamburger is worth fooling with, Pop’s Place is one of them.

As we were leaving Jill got these shots of what the well-heeled senior is driving, these days.



Then, like a flash, we were gone, back in the wind and headed back to the barn.

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


Written by fiddle mike

March 12, 2009 at 2:08 pm

5 Responses

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  1. Wow- the seniors certainly do know how to get around! lol

    National Transport LLC

    March 13, 2009 at 2:54 pm

  2. Don’t ya just love old timer bikers!
    I found your blog through a comment you left on mine. Thanks for stopping by to visit, and leave your thoughts.

    I’ll keep checking in on ya!

    Mr. Motorcycle

    March 13, 2009 at 6:16 pm

  3. FM,

    I really enjoy your stories, Mike, and this one serves to illustrate many of my reasons… Not too lengthy, good use of humor, interesting slice of life that we all can relate to, and word pictures painted so we can ‘see’ the entire thing with our mind’s eye.

    There is also a dimension to much of your writing that never fails to strike a chord with me… a story within a story… That part of each of us that yurns to find our own spiritual autonomy is touched by your style through your anecdotes, characters and choice of words and phrases in presenting those. Well done, and thanks for sharing!

    Bruce, aka DDT

    Bruce Wood (DDT)

    March 14, 2009 at 10:31 am

  4. Mike, I love the new layout…very becomeing.
    Even more becoming, your blog today! You’ve always been able to have me think of the story within the story…and I’ve always wondered how you did that…it’s as Bruce has said above…your a natural born story teller…and I love reading you…and hearing your voice in my minds ear…
    Thanks for another great ride.


    March 16, 2009 at 3:34 pm

  5. Love the story, Stoyer Mike.You’re really
    fab with the gift for gab!!Thanks.

    Denny O.

    May 20, 2009 at 1:55 pm

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