Just another day? Or not?

Just another day? Or not?

Today was just another day, get up, go to work, get stuck behind a computer again doing bids and drawings all day long. Rainman has been rather busy lately so he has me going to work with him to help out. He says it is for support to keep him from going crazy. With having a life of doing that for 5 days a week plus all the other bullshit he goes through I could see why he needs me around.

Jimmy Buffet says it best “It's five o'clock somewhere” and brother, that is a true statement. 5:00 didn't come soon enough for us today with it being a Thursday. Bike night at the Pride is always something good to look forward to. We escaped early, headed home, changed clothes and hit the road. The bike needed gas before we headed too far out. As we approached the exit to the hood, we found plenty of rush hour traffic blocking us from turning left out of the hood. We figured to head down Foster road and take some back roads over to the Pride. It would be a longer route and that was just what the doctor ordered for us. We stopped and topped off the tank and we were off for the nights adventure.

Adventure being the key word. You would think that living on the outskirts of the city would make it a breeze getting to the back roads. But that was not the case tonight. Riding on Foster road sucked., it is full of road construction and pot holes. It made it impossible for us to keep a straight line rolling down the road. Now when I say the road was bad, that was an understatement. We hit one pot hole so hard (going 15 MPH) I thought I broke my back from the shock.

It just adds to the irony of city slicker living. We had to dodge and duck them chucks for 2 miles, til we crossed over I.H.10. We were finally able to speed up and shake off some of the stress we were having. To feel the cool breeze running through your face and hair is some of the best G D therapy you could ever have. No wonder my FM1604. As we came up to our exit, Rainman hit the gas hard and made my head flip backwards. I though he had gone crazy and was going to try and lay the bike into the turn at high speed. Nope, instead he just shot past the exit and headed on into La Vernia. I guess Rainman need a little more therapy from the week of doldrums and BS.

We hit La Vernia a few more miles down the road and did a U-turn at the Valero to head back to the Pride. I guess he was feeling better now. Once at the Pride, we found more therapy in a couple of chopped sandwiches with some good old sweet tea. Now if you need a good sandwich, get the chop at the Pride and load that sucker up with some pickles, onion and sliced jalapenos, that will fit the bill. After dinner, we settled in at one of the tables for some good rock n roll from none other than Jimmy Spotcheck. Old Jimmy was wailing on his guitar like he always does, putting on a good show for the crowd. More therapy that the docotr ordered for us.

After a couple of songs, Jimmy turned the mike over to named Uncle Willy Sparks, a blind man who played the blues on his guitar that had been signed by the none other than B.B.King. While Willy played on, Jimmy came down off the stage to have a quick bite to eat. Well he ended up sitting next to us with his band. I leaned over and told Jimmy who I was and that I liked his guitar playing. Jimmy, always being the professional musician, was gracious enough to say more than just thank you. He said that he remembered meeting me before. Wow, I couldn't believe it, two Texas legends meeting up and knowing each other. We talked a bit about music and riding. It's always fun when you get to hang-out with the band.

Well to keep this long story from getting too much longer, I'll just get to the point that I wanted to say. Life is never on easy street. I don't care who you are, we all need to remember that when you are overwhelmed, overworked, stressed out or just plain old confused as to how much more you can take, don't let yourself get all caught up in life's red tape. Take a little time for yourself, you won't believe what it can do for you. Once you are able to let go of all that crap, you won't believe how much better you will feel.

So when I say this, I mean it!

Ride Hard or just Stay Home

Pig