Yesterday Dallas stopped by at 11:30AM on his Road King and wanted to know if I wanted to take a ride. I said sure and hopped on my GeezerGlide. We zig-zagged along country roads and finally came across a sign Giddings 30 miles.
Many years ago, when Dallas was small, we use to stop a cheesy Mexican Restaurant in Giddings called Jalisco on our way back from many visits with an Indian mototrcycle builder in Austin. He ultimately built 23 Indians for me.
So we stopped there for lunch. While we hadn’t been there in over 10 years — it was like going back in a time machine — nothing had changed.
While there — we got to talking about Terry — the motorcycle builder. I hadn’t seen or heard of him in 7-8 years, so we decided to continue on to Austin. We got there at about 4PM and visited with him for about an hour talking about old times.
Next thing you know we’re 4 hours from the trip back home and I’m wearing dark Polaroid prescription sunglasses — and need to get home before dark as I didn’t bring regular glasses.
Bark home at 8:30 with a sore ass, sunburned face, and a permanent blow dry hairstyle from not wearing a helmet.
