Sunday Morning

Only in the great state of Texas can you rise on a fine Sunday morning, get in 50 or so mile and STILL make to church on time. That was just what Rainman & I did this morning. After a pot of coffee and some home made sausage and egg tacos, we put on our Sunday best jeans and T-shirts. We headed over to the gas station and topped off the tank. All the stars were alined and we were on our way.

Like I said before, only in Texas can you head down a couple of Farm to Market roads and enjoy some of Gods work. Even though we are still in a severe drought, the field and trees were still beautiful. Riding early in the morning brings all types of sounds, and smells to tickle your senses. We headed out south on FM 1518. there were the smells campfires and coffee even a hint or two of breakfast cooking.

But Like I said before, only in Texas can you ride down the road and see proud American still fly the flag from their gate posts. As the sun fills the sky, we rode past peoples homesteads with the wind in our hair. The previous weeks stress is released allowing your spirit to fly.

Only in Texas, the land where legends are born. Where men are strong and women are goddesses, strength and courage run abundant. We pulled into the Deer Crossing Saloon for church. The band was warming up as bikers of all kind were pulling in. The brotherhood exchanged heartfelt greetings with each other. Our relaxed state from the road allowed us to enter into his gates with thanksgiving as we enjoyed a truly wonderful service. One thing I have learned today that I would like to share with you: “God Bless Texas!”