Willie Nelson once remade a Patsy Cline song entitled
"San Antonio Rose," I always liked that song and it came to mind tonight after I realized where I was. I am not in a motel, I did not eat in a restaurant,
and, I will not listen to the sound of a motel air conditioner going on and off all night.
I am at the home of Suzanne(Brooks) and Paul Gass. Suzanne is Jason's sister and Lehn and Diana Brooks daughter. Suzanne was also a member of the Twickenham youth group when I came to Twickenham in 1992. Suzanne and Paul have a 10 month old daughter named Ella. Ella is the bomb. Unfortunately, Paul is not here because he's deployed to Haiti with the army reserves until November.
I arrived at Suzanne's house with Jason in tow about 4:00 PM. An hour earlier I was on Bandera Rd., when sirens suddenly shattered my concentration and my ear drums. I thought to myself, "what have I done now." It turns out it was Suzanne, on her way home from work. Suzanne works for the Department of Homeland Security, and her car is equipped with, sirens, flashers, machine guns, smoke screens, a latte machine and a bunch of other stuff, very cool.
Ok, this getting way to long, the point is I had roast, mashed potatoes, fried okra and rolls, right here in the house. I mean, I had a lot of roast, mashed potatoes, and fried okra. It was smokin' good.
Today's ride was more of the same, rain this morning, headwinds to 20mph, and lots of ups and downs. My old friend Jeff Wyatt promises that the winds are going to shift soon, Jeff, I'm counting on you buddy.
I guess it should be noted that I'm real close to the halfway point. That's hard to believe, because I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE TO DO THIS FOR ANOTHER. 1545 MILES!
It's kind of interesting though, I realized today that after you do this for this long, it just becomes who you are. It occurs to me that discipleship, and prayer life, and righteous living are kind of like that. You have to keep practicing them daily until they become who you are.
Amy and the boys are driving all day tomorrow, please pray for them. This next week will be different as I try to ride and spend time with them. We're going to see the University of Texas (Kolton may wet himself) and some other Austin sights.
Jason is another in a growing list of angels. My deepest thanks to him for his time and friendship. I'm also grateful that Vallye, Hadley, and Kennedy gave him up for a few days.
Here's some pics.
A rainy start in Knippa, Tx. 7:30AM.
This is defined as limited shoulder.
Where is Jason? Is he hiding again?
I love semi's, but those cattle haulers are the best. Nothing like the smell of cow pies first thing in the morning.
Wow, that guy was close. Actually, it's an optical illusion, he missed me by at least 6 inches.
I think I can......
I think I can......
Hey, where did everybody go?
Winds out of the east. I scoff at winds out of the east, I own winds out of the east, I hope the winds are out of the east tomorrow.... Ok, not really.
Wait, did I make a wrong turn? I saw that sign in San Diego.
I did make a wrong turn. Emory pass is in New Mexico.
Why do they print flood signs backwards?
Hey folks when you see a sign like this, take it from me, a cyclist, SHARE THE ROAD PLEASE!
Now that is the best sign of the day.
Thanks Suzanne, my San Antonio Rose,
Good night all,