By Curtis K. Shelburne: CNJ columnist
My wife and I and some fine friends just returned from a four-day motorcycle trip to the Texas Hill Country. It was wonderful!
As we were rolling back into the Greater Muleplex on Sunday evening, trip meters rolled to 1200 miles.
It takes time to get back into the normal groove. I felt sad that I didn’t make at least 100 miles yesterday on two wheels! Instead, I covered a mile or a few behind a four-wheeled lawn mower.
A good friend texted me after our first day and first 400 miles of riding: “How’s the tail section?”
Actually, it was fine. A tad tender on Day 3. But the sorest I’ve been was after getting home and mowing my brains out yesterday!
Our main goal of the trip was to ride the “Three Sisters,” Texas (breathtakingly beautiful!) Farm Roads 335, 336, and 337, and we did. On a motorcycle touring scale of 1-10 (10 being the best) that Three Sisters ride is a hands-down 10.
It’s also, to switch to “ski speak,” something of a black diamond. The scenery is amazing, but until you stop to gaze at it, you’d best experience it peripherally. Those roads go up, down, and sideways, and you’re clutching, shifting, leaning, (braking if you foul up), and doing your best to track with the bikes in front, and honing skills.
The weather was great. The friends were great. The food was great. The trip was great. I can’t wait to go again!
We’re pretty serious bikers, my friends and me. (Hey, I did buy a dew rag! My biker chick wife wouldn’t let me wear it into a restaurant.) The Hill Country was covered with motorcycles last weekend. I’ve never seen so many. Lots were heading to rallies in either Luckenbach or Gruene. We figured that fact made those locations good places, at best, to ride through and not to. A $15.00 entry fee at Luckenbach peeled us off.
Instead, with our SUV chase vehicle and wives following, we motored over to Comfort, Texas, for an antique/craft bazaar, and then to an amazing flower farm at Fredericksburg.
We wouldn’t have fit in much at Luckenbach anyway. I told my wife she needed a cigarette, a halter top, and a tattoo or a few if we were really going to be bikers and go into Hell’s Angel or Bandito’s ministry. I doubt either of those groups was there. But she balked anyway. It saddens me to see that she has no heart for evangelism.
But I’m ready to tack two words onto the Great Commission: Let’s Ride!
Curtis Shelburne is pastor of 16th & Ave. D. Church of Christ in Muleshoe. Contact him at: email@example.com