Nov 12, Terlingua, TX

I didn’t ride today. I felt like I pushed my luck the day before. If it was just a weekend thing it would have not been a big deal. But given the range that I still had yet to cover I decide that I had vibrated enough nuts and bolts out of my GS for the time being.

I met the crew for lunch at the Old Ranch House. Fajitas, fresh tortillas too. It was good food.

The Old Ranch House

Tommy and Rena

Shortly after this photo was taken Tommy got a random piece of balled up chicken wire wrapped around his front tire. He ate it bad. A nice little bit of road rash on his calf.

Since Tommy, Ed, and I have been bunking together in the camper we have become quite close. When I start to snore Tommy tells me to roll over on my stomach. Sometimes I reply that I’m already on my stomach. Ed has bought me breakfast every morning. He will be listed as a sponsor.

We ate dinner that night at the Chili Pepper. None of these places expect the hoard of hungry riders as we walk in the door.

Luke and his Mom, Becky

The Crew

November 13, Terlingua, TX

It’s Monday. Most people left the night before. Ed has some friends in town, Matt and Pam. So it’s off to big bend to check out what Mother Nature has to offer.

Looking out of Santa Elena Canyon

Matt and Pam

We had a good time. We also had Ed our own personal geologist to explain the how’s and why’s of the canyon.

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Matt and Ed

The two Goldwings that accompanied us into the Canyon

We all said goodbye. I was alone again. It was actually a pretty serious moment for me. I realized that this was it. I was alone and just miles from the Mexican border. This was the real start to the trip. The rest was merely foreplay.

I packed my shit, got some gas, and hit the road.