Rides and Tales

Observations From Behind Bars

Weekender

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I was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen, but my main squeeze and I finally got out for a little ride and a weekend of camping. We rode 150 miles to a campground just outside of
San Antonio, TX, where we joined a few friends and engaged in some poker running and dancing on the grass.

There were fewer campers, this time out, possibly because of the passing of “Mean Gene” Kelton (GBNF), last December. Gene and his “Die Hards” band had been favorites with the revelers for a number of years. A dj playing canned music cannot ‘replace’ Gene, but there was one filling in.The weather was perfect for a poker run out in the country.

The meager competition for the purse my have increased my chances, or all that clean living may have finally paid off for me, but for whatever reason, I finally won a poker run. Jill took third highest hand.

The on-bike games were taken by worthy competitors. For the first time, I saw a couple on a small electric scooter, reminiscent of the push scooters some of us had as children, in the games. They didn’t do any better than Jill and I, but their enthusiasm and enjoyment of the moment was noteworthy.

Later, some folks dropped by in this jeepney, the Filipino version of the jitney.

Sunday, on the road home, we stopped in Floresville, TX,  for fuel. I managed to pull away from the busy pumps and get out of the parking lot before realizing that Jill had left one of her gloves behind. I u-turned and returned to the station where people in four different cars immediately shouted the location of the missing glove to us.   I had told someone, Saturday night,  that I thought I could live in Floresville because people there have always been friendly when we pass through.

Forty-five miles later I stopped at the convenience store in the tiny town of Pettus where the owners had bought small bouquets of flowers for all the mothers on the payroll. You have to love small-town Texas.

By now, the wind was picking up, a sure sign we were getting closer to the coast. We pushed a 25 g-32 mph headwind into Flour Bluff where we unloaded the big yella bike. Later, two handsome men joined Jill for a Mother’s Day meal of shrimp panini sandwiches and dessert while watching the sun set over the Laguna Madre.

Life’s good, once you get the hang of it.

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Written by fiddle mike

May 9, 2011 at 12:40 pm

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  1. That is a serious trunk on that Valk. Looks like it might have started live on a 4-wheeler.
    Sounds like a good trip. Glad you enjoyed it. Me and the missus gotta get us some more of that.

    BigGuy VRCC 30728

    Guy Wheatley

    May 9, 2011 at 1:49 pm

  2. I bought the trunk salvage from a Gold Wing mechanic. I’m told it’s a Bates from the seventies. Yeah, it’s huge. 🙂

    fiddle mike

    May 9, 2011 at 2:16 pm

  3. congratu;ation on your win fiddler ! its bought time

    tiny

    May 9, 2011 at 7:26 pm


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