"The key to travelling a long way is good underwear."
Now you all know the secret to our successful ride thus far!
Off to Tulsa from Amarillo on Monday - June 1st already?!? Amarillo treated us to an awesome lightning display all night and bid us a fond adios this way:
Fortunately, we now scoff at looming black clouds. Okay, honestly, we were heading to the blue sky, so we were actually sighing with relief rather than scoffing. No problems on the road, and we arrived in good time.
Decided a good Oklahoma steak was in order, so we went in search of a place called The Spudder, which is some oil term (hey, it's oil country y'all). We couldn't quite find the place, so Randy pulled into the drive thru of some Taco Villa or something (picture Taco Bell and asking the kids working the window directions to a pricey steakhouse - they don't even know steak anything can cost more than $1.99). Not to mock the Taco place employees, but after mucho discussion, they decided that none of them had heard of any place like Spudder, so we thanked them and pulled away....upon exiting the drive thru lane, I look across the street and exclaim "hey, look, it's the restaurant...and they have a perfect view of the enormous sign from the Taco Villa drive thru window". Sigh....NOW I'm making fun of them. Anyway...good dinner. We finish up and now zip down the 4-lane thoroughfare to the hotel (picture Dressler Rd by Belden Village) and Randy's glasses go flying past my head to land in the middle of said thoroughfare. My first thought was "oh heck, there go another pair of 89 cent reading specs." My second thought was "oh shit, those were his RIDING glasses and NOT 89 cents". Traffic's coming the opposite direction, there's no place to pull over or turn around, and the poor glasses are just laying a block back waiting to be pulverized by some Okie in a redneck pickup truck. Randy proclaims "I'll just have to stop in the lane right here", which is my clue to hop off the bike and run down the middle of the street to retrieve the glasses. What a sad sight that was...my bra straps kept falling down and I'm frantically watching the traffic stopped at a red light to see when it's going to come at me or the specs or the bike or my husband. As luck would have it, one truck straddles the glasses and avoids me, I reach the spot where they're laying and traffic starts coming at me. So I do the only thing I can think of....snatch the glasses up and hold up both hands to stop traffic. Mortifying, but hilarious (since neither of us got crushed!) As I walk/crawl back to my beloved, cars stop to ask if everything's all right. Other than needing oxygen, I smile and wave them on - with the hand proudly displaying the glasses, of course. We laughed all the way back to the hotel. Bonus: I ran off a few calories from dinner!
Next blog....Hot Springs, AR
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