Eagles — 7 Bridges Road
This was my first trip since my shoulder surgery. Anyone who rides and has had medical or personal issues that kept them from riding for any length of time will appreciate the feeling I experienced.
— once again —
— being —
— on the road again —
My primary goal was to arrive in Comanche safely. I was meeting up with two long-time riding pals. I've ridden all over Texas and beyond with Dozer. He came up from Humble. My B.G.B.B. brother Ray rode down from Bowie. Ray has ridden with me all around the Hill Country. I had a little ride planned for Saturday and it was my sincere hope that they would both enjoy the trip. The deal was, when I planned the trip the weather guesser's predicted a sunny weekend. Just before the weekend their forecast took a nasty turn and rain was expected on Saturday — Sunday. I was determined to not let that stop me. Luckily I was going to travel with seasoned veterans of the road. None of us particularly like riding in the rain – we had done enough of it to know we wouldn't drown, or shrink. Keeping this in mind, the adventure begins.
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Thurber Texas is a ghost town. There are two good local restaurants and another semi-famous restaurant not far away in Strawn. I was standing in the parking lot of the New York Hill restaurant, waiting for them to open. What you see here is the sunrise I was treated to while I waited.
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New York Hill
My fav – Hash Brown Omelets. Open 7:30 A.M.
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The Smoke Stack
A good Texas cafe.
Sometimes tardy opening their doors at 7 A.M.
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Mary's in Strawn
Famous for their Chicken Fried Steak
Lunch & Dinner
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I looked out for Necessity –
I never found a town sign.
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Dirt Road through the Texas Prairie
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Historic cemeteries are interesting
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A pauper — Who Knows?
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Now we know where the punk is buried.
Was it the name or disposition?
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Over time, memories are lost, memorials crumble
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Pulling into Ranger from the North
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Gorman Railway Station
This pic is for my Railroad friends.
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Here's what I know ... it is Saturday. We met in the breakfast area of the Best Western in Comanche, Texas. I called for a fairly early kick-stands-up and everyone rose to the occasion. Our eventual destination was the Regency Bridge but the route would take me by some towns that I hoped to get town sign pix for my collection. There were some, but not as many as I would have liked. Our first big town was San Saba.
As I was taking the San Sabe town sign pic, Ray spied some sheep across the street in a field. He was drawn to them like iron to a magnet.
As he started to climb the fence, one of the sheep – who had been watching him carefully – saw what he was about to do and alerted the other sheep. Before Ray could clear the fence the klaxon had been sounded and there was no way Ray would have been able to catch one. Obviously his reputation had preceded him.
To his credit, Ray did not let this spoil his or our trip and we continued forward.
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It was time to continue our journey – It was written
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The Regency Bridge – Our Primary Destination |
Overlooking The Colorado River |
Ray Crossing The Colorado |
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Dozer & Ray
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Dozer Over the Colorado
The South Side of the Bridge
A Good Year for Bluebonnets
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Rain drops on the river – Must be time to go.
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We are convinced – Time to go!
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The rain got to be too much
We pulled over – It stopped
We started again – It rained buckets ...
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We made it back to the Best Western safe and sound. Drying out and warming up we added one more ride to our adventure list. I hope you enjoyed the peek into our journey. Y'all know what comes next ...
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