Texas Tourists

We are here in Dallas for 3 nights:  our afternoon in from San Antonio, during which we actually got to use the swimsuits that we have dragged for 80,000 miles over the years and used twice, then our game day, which would end after midnight, and then tonight, after we got up when we damn well felt like it.

In keeping with the theme, we went to the Cotton Bowl at the Texas State Fairgrounds (also where the Cowboys played in the early years,) and then through downtown Dallas proper.  We parked the bikes at Dealey Plaza and wandered around, getting our photos of the School Book Depository and the grassy knoll and snickering at the sad, sad Giants fans making the best of their expensive trip.


From there, we headed over to Gas Monkey Garage for more selfies and some swag, and I actually caught Richard Rawlings firing up his Road Glide and tearing off to parts unknown.  Poor Donna missed it, which is probably for the best - her knees probably would have buckled and I'd have had to help her up.  Unless Richard came to her rescue...

We had also planned to go to Fort Worth and the stockyards, but the one common theme with every one of these trips is that we miss as much as we see, and thus always have a reason to go back.  Part of it is I have absolutely no sense of time, part because we're not going to flee something that turns out cooler than expected to run to something else, and partly because shit happens.  Sorry, Fort Worth.  We heard you're pretty cool.

For what it's worth, I had planned to do all this stuff in between and actually go to Wichita Falls today, 150 miles away.  Donna just laughs at me.

 

Tomorrow we pack up the bikes and head over to the stadium for a 10 am tour before switching our heading to North and East for the next 3 days.