Cyclist's Observation: "Seat time" on the bike converts to miles traveled, but the butt knows when enough is enough.
We are closing in on west Texas. Today was a day that began with a rain delay, then it was easy riding, then flats, a missed turn, a cowboy encounter, and finally a respite at Eldorado, Texas. We began at Ballinger, Texas and ended 87 miles later at Shaw's Motel (see picture) with an average speed of 14.5 mph. Bill notice a Monet on the wall, but we decided it wasn't an original since we paid $37 for the room. Bill also had two flats in the San Angelo area and then we proceeded to miss a turn. About this time we decided we were just out for a nice weekend ride! We stopped at an intersection for a brief stretch and I spotted a cowboy leading a group ride. The horses seemed to know the way and weren't spooked when I rode up. The cowboy looked like the cowboy poet, Baxter Black. Our conversation went like this:
Mick: Howdy. Do you happen to know if there's a motel in Eldorado?
Cowboy: Yep. (pause) Ain't nothin to brag about.
Mick: That's okay, I'm not lookin for somethin to brag about. Have a great ride.
Cowboy: You too.
As Bill and I rode into the sunset toward Eldorado, I knew I had passed my first foreign language test in years.
We are the Old Cowboy Land Cruisers ridin high in the saddle.
Hey, guys! We just began to read your blog and have a lot of catching up to do. Glad to see brother Bill is still going strong and going west. Keep up the great stories of your adventures...love the "cowboy dialogue."
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I love that about the Monet. I can't stop chuckling.
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