5/9/04
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .
A four hour run . . . just the thing. Nearly 30 minutes to get out of the city alone, and that was the short way (north). Headed west, it is over 75 miles before the countryside opens up.
But a four hour run. Well okay . . . four and a half hours . . . um . . . each way.
I headed north to Robber’s Cave, Oklahoma yesterday afternoon, timing my arrival for a 7:00pm dinner with some friends. Once I left Texas, I hit the back-roads and added another 50 winding miles onto my 200 mile excursion. There are some nice roads in Oklahoma. Shirtsleeve weather, all the way. Sunny with cool breezes and a few threatening clouds.
Just the thing for my restless soul. (commuting just doesn’t cut it)
Wasn’t sure I was going till around noon . . . I’ve got way too much to do. Too many responsibilities to attend.
Finally said, “The hell with it.” concerning all the work I really need to be doing right now and decided I was going anyway.
Told the wife, “See ya!”
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Oklahoma.”
“Why?”
I look at her like the answer should be obvious, “For dinner, what else? I hear they have good catfish there.”
She shakes her head and wanders away mumbling something about men . . . or bikers . . . or little boys, not sure which.
The 200 miles home made for a fantastic night run. I stuck to the majors to avoid the worst of the wildlife, but that wasn’t a problem. There was little traffic to distract me from the joy of flying.
Cool and breezy, and still shirtsleeve weather for the most part. I didn’t don the comfortably heavy leather jacket until my last gas stop, just fifty miles from home.
Pretty near 500 miles, just for a catfish dinner.
<best innocent look>
What?
CUAgain, Daniel Meyer
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