Another Week Done

Here we are safely arrived in Decatur, TX. The trip was without incident other than Dave's 2 flats. There was a lot of pretty scenery along the way-especially around Bridgeport Lake between Runaway Bay (what a neat name for a town) and Bridgeport. A restaurant/gas station on the lake was advertising their burgers with some sort of critter as part of the outdoor sign. There was a clear increase in the evident prosperity of the ranches as we got closer to the Dallas area. Big, nice homes.

We got settled in our motel for tonight (and tomorrow as well) and Dave wanted to have his bike checked for a "squeak". He found a shop nearby and we took the bike there. It was basically a garage in front of a house. The proprietor we later found out is 85 (or 86) years old, and had a pretty severe case of shakiness. It was painful to watch him try to get a wrench on a nut, but he was otherwise sharp and really knows bikes. He has a young assistant, and they checked everything they could think of, including some disassembly of the pedal system. He had pictures of the same type of WWII aircraft around, so I assumed he had been a pilot. Sure enough, he was,and we had a good time listening to him reminisce. The bill? - nada!

Monty's wife, Nancy, flew in from Phoenix for the weekend, and his parents drove down from Oklahoma. So the whole gang had a nice dinner at Chilli's (sp?), thanks to Bruce (Monty's dad). We'll go to church somewhere tomorrow, and otherwise just chill out for the day. Monday it's back on the road. The weather has been fine and we are all well. The only complaint by Monty and Dave is that the wind is always in their face, and the road is always up hill. Isn't that amazing? Can't think of anything else for now, so until next time - God bless.