10NOV08 DFW to LRD and all is well, so far
Anybody try the link? I know it has worked today, but I'm curious as to what will become of today's track tomorrow. Do the little cookies get eaten like Hansel and Gretel? I have to reset the device to track every 24 hours, so I suspect the website resets itself as well.
It is a mixed blessing to know that the guys are waiting at the coffee shop to send you off with their good wishes. One hurries when one should be contemplating the lists.
The lists.
You have a list for packing - which can take months to create and is sometimes nearly as much entertainment as the trip itself
You have a list of things to do in the morning before you leave. Those things you wake up and write down in an illegible hand.
And you have the list of things you remember about 40 miles from home when it's probably too far to go back, but maybe not, geez is it that important, can I live without it?
Hopefully the lists go from most important to least, and you can buy a spare whatsis at the Wally world when you go by.
ANYWAY, it was great of John B, Wolf T, James P, and Jeff B to meet me at Starbucks and walk around the bike pointing out unclosed zippers, drips of fluid and questioning the integrity of my tires and sanity.
Jeff even rode the first 40 miles with me.
After that is was due south for 6+47, or about 422 miles at 62 miles per hour average. Why so slow? Why any faster? Comfortable speed, cool day. Ran into a few showers between Austin and San Antonio, but didn't even need to add waterproofs.
It gets a little long after S.A., but eventually the White and Green Border Patrol vans become increasingly frequent, and the license plates more foreign. I'm esconched in La Hacienda at exit 3A, just a couple miles north of the border. 45 a night, all included, free internet and breakfast. Cool. When the receptionist said to hold on while she made a key, I was expecting the mag-swipe plastic card that so befuddle Richard Gere in Pretty Woman. Wrong. She went to a cutting machine and CUT a METAL key blank and then took dies and stamped the number on it.
She didn't look much like Julia Roberts anway.
Right across the street they sell MX insurance (60$ for 4 days) which is literally a 'get out of jail free' card and YOU NEED ONE. It took longer than I expected (get used to that, Randy), so I didn't have time to cross over and get my tourist card and vehicle card. The ins agent suggested that it might be better to do in the morning and just keep going anyway. I think she meant for the continuity of it, but also it follows my own idea of hitting the border at 90 degerees and keep on going AWAY from any trouble. Not like I've seen any.
Ok, so far I've see no trouble. I have cell coverage, GPS mappage, SPOT following, and internet.
Not much of an adventure.
It is a mixed blessing to know that the guys are waiting at the coffee shop to send you off with their good wishes. One hurries when one should be contemplating the lists.
The lists.
You have a list for packing - which can take months to create and is sometimes nearly as much entertainment as the trip itself
You have a list of things to do in the morning before you leave. Those things you wake up and write down in an illegible hand.
And you have the list of things you remember about 40 miles from home when it's probably too far to go back, but maybe not, geez is it that important, can I live without it?
Hopefully the lists go from most important to least, and you can buy a spare whatsis at the Wally world when you go by.
ANYWAY, it was great of John B, Wolf T, James P, and Jeff B to meet me at Starbucks and walk around the bike pointing out unclosed zippers, drips of fluid and questioning the integrity of my tires and sanity.
Jeff even rode the first 40 miles with me.
After that is was due south for 6+47, or about 422 miles at 62 miles per hour average. Why so slow? Why any faster? Comfortable speed, cool day. Ran into a few showers between Austin and San Antonio, but didn't even need to add waterproofs.
It gets a little long after S.A., but eventually the White and Green Border Patrol vans become increasingly frequent, and the license plates more foreign. I'm esconched in La Hacienda at exit 3A, just a couple miles north of the border. 45 a night, all included, free internet and breakfast. Cool. When the receptionist said to hold on while she made a key, I was expecting the mag-swipe plastic card that so befuddle Richard Gere in Pretty Woman. Wrong. She went to a cutting machine and CUT a METAL key blank and then took dies and stamped the number on it.
She didn't look much like Julia Roberts anway.
Right across the street they sell MX insurance (60$ for 4 days) which is literally a 'get out of jail free' card and YOU NEED ONE. It took longer than I expected (get used to that, Randy), so I didn't have time to cross over and get my tourist card and vehicle card. The ins agent suggested that it might be better to do in the morning and just keep going anyway. I think she meant for the continuity of it, but also it follows my own idea of hitting the border at 90 degerees and keep on going AWAY from any trouble. Not like I've seen any.
Ok, so far I've see no trouble. I have cell coverage, GPS mappage, SPOT following, and internet.
Not much of an adventure.
posted by Randy Masters at 4:13 PM
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