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This morning I awoke to clear skies and 60 degrees. With a clear calendar and just a bit of a breeze, it was a perfect winter morning here in Texas for a ride. She Who Must Be Obeyed was at a mandatory Pediatric Nursing training seminar all day, so I put on the riding gear, backed the big bike out of the garage, and headed down to the local coffee house for a bit of octane before hitting the back roads.
I struck north through the suburbs and then west to pick up State Highway 455 which winds its way through the rolling hills of rural North Texas. The roads were clear and the smell of fresh cut grass filled the air. By mid-morning I was two-thirds of the way to Oklahoma and delighting in the early Spring day. Bradford Pears and Redbuds were in their full glory, and daffodils were making there cheerful appearance in numerous beds along the route. A red-tail hawk was cruising along my path, but he seemed more intent on riding the thermals than doing any serious hunting. I knew exactly how he felt.
Around noon I stopped in at a little diner in Celina, Texas and had a light meal; chicken fried steak, mash potatoes, cream gravy and sweet tea. Topped that off with a piece of sopapilla cheese cake. God, was it good! After fighting off the need to take a nap, I fired the Wing back up, noted the temperature was a blissful 77 degrees, and headed back for the barn the long way around, pulling in the drive about 3:00 p.m. A great day of riding in the great state of Texas.
I struck north through the suburbs and then west to pick up State Highway 455 which winds its way through the rolling hills of rural North Texas. The roads were clear and the smell of fresh cut grass filled the air. By mid-morning I was two-thirds of the way to Oklahoma and delighting in the early Spring day. Bradford Pears and Redbuds were in their full glory, and daffodils were making there cheerful appearance in numerous beds along the route. A red-tail hawk was cruising along my path, but he seemed more intent on riding the thermals than doing any serious hunting. I knew exactly how he felt.
Around noon I stopped in at a little diner in Celina, Texas and had a light meal; chicken fried steak, mash potatoes, cream gravy and sweet tea. Topped that off with a piece of sopapilla cheese cake. God, was it good! After fighting off the need to take a nap, I fired the Wing back up, noted the temperature was a blissful 77 degrees, and headed back for the barn the long way around, pulling in the drive about 3:00 p.m. A great day of riding in the great state of Texas.
