It sure got early, real quick this morning.. Floor time came about 4:30 AM and by 5:30, I was showered, shaved and ready to uncover the Green One.. When the sun commenced to peek at me, I was just outside of Quinlan.. Lake Tawakani, glistened from the sun when I crossed the bridges.. What a morning.. We sloped across toward Gilmer and hopefully woke up the countryside with those fine sounding V-twins.. Gas stops were limited to once every hundred miles and we finally found us a real neat little cafe type restaurant to stop and eat.. All any of us had that morning was coffee.. The waitress was friendly enough and her husband was taking care of the grill.. The lady recommended that we try their ham with our eggs, so we just ordered up.. Whee ooohhh... That was a good thick slab of ham, that'd been sugar cured to perfection.. The biscuits were light enough to float off a plate and the eggs and potatoes were done just right.. The place was pretty full when we got there, so we'd parked our motorcycles near the outside of the gravel parking lot.. People coming and going would stop and take a look.. It was funny, but the ones coming in would top and take a quick look around, they'd spot us next to the window, over near the corner.. Almost all of them would pass a word or two with us. After we filled up on that humungous breakfast, we commenced getting ready to fire 'em up to leave. As we carefully eased out of that gravel parking lot, people in that little cafe were standing up and waving goodbye to us.. Nice.. Moving back to the south, we connected with highway 80 and headed west again.. Good highway and just enough traffic to make it pleasant to ride.. The little towns have been there forever and we enjoyed each one as we rolled through them.. None of us are what I'd call "wavers" .. but damn.. some of the cheerful smiles we passed, we found ourselves waving back .. Now ... this has been one fine little day ride.. That breakfast was superb.. the company was great and no one could ask for the weather to have co-operated more.. Nothing remarkable happened on this little run, just three good friends mounting up and enjoying their motorcycles, good food .. great highways and the feeling of well being, just being out and amongst the world.. Who could ask for more ? Regards Your Friend in Irving Bill Walker
