Ok, here's the deal. I read one of my best friends comment just now. Fred Tate has been a constant, a mentor , a friend, a guitar teacher, a foreign missions partner, and a solace. I live for a visit to Fred's house, and so do my boys. Every time we go see Fred and Nicole, we make a trip to Joe Patti's. Joe Patti's is a fresh seafood market, the likes of which has never been seen. We then head back to Fred's driveway for blackened fish, mine and the boys favorite.
All of that to say, Fred lives one quarter of a mile from the Southern Tier route in Pace, Fl.. I have dreamed of that stopover for 15 days. Fred, I want microwave popcorn. As mentioned in his comments, if you want to join us there will be plenty of food for everyone.
I'm glad to have that inspiration because today was another in a long string of disappointments. Jason and I had planned to a simple 80 and watch some NFL football. To keep this simple check out the stats. It took as long to ride 78 miles today as it did to ride a hundred yesterday. I was punched in the mouth all day long by 20 to 30 mile an hour winds. The shoulder on the highway was the roughest I've ridden on the entire trip. My arms and bum are still vibrating from the trauma. Then, it rained, and drizzled and rained. I was wet and miserable by the time I shut it down. I averaged 10 miles an hour, 10 miles an hour, are you kidding? I suddenly have a new appreciation for Job. My dad sent this.
"But those who suffer, He delivers from their suffering; He speaks to them in their affliction."
I'm tired, but I will ride again tomorrow. You ride too.
Jason and I had communion tonight at the hotel, very cool.
Here's the pictures.
That's rain behind me.
Another long road.
Where's the top?
For lo, they are with us always.
Do you see which the way the grass is blowing?
More rain on the horizon.
Do I look tired yet?
The trusted steed ready and willing, as always.
A cactus growing 10 feet up in the air in a tree.
Ok, that's a great shot of an east wind, punching me in the mouth.
Those are wild pig heads on a game ranch fence. Eat your heart out Mike Patterson. Wait, Jason just decided those might be catfish heads. Come on make up your mind.
Ummmm, I'd watch the kids.
Yep, I'm wet.
Downhill, top speed 10mph.
Jason climbed another rock pile for this one.
Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle.
That's the smooth shoulder I'm riding on.
Are Emu's wild?
Do I look tired yet?
I'm tired of rain.
I'm tired of making captions on pictures.
It might as well be 115.
Nice shot crossing a bridge. Jason had to hike a quarter of a mile for this one.
At last, Uvalde!
I have strange dreams every night, thanks Fred.
P.S. To load this many pictures I have to publish and then edit and add photos, so if the first time you see the blog it looks incomplete check back in a few minutes for the final copy.
P.S.S. Will somebody tell LaNette Bass to take a chill pill until I finish.