I was trying to warm up with a cup of coffee as Marty rolled his Guzzi into Taco Bueno's parking lot. It wasn't really that cold but I wanted to get out of the north wind for a few minutes. We waited a few minutes to see if anyone else would be foolish enough to try and ride in a gale. The rest of the crew was apparently smarter than we were so struck out south to Potwin. The wind pushed us along at a gas saving pace but when we turned to ride east for awhile it tried to knock us down. That was the pattern the whole 97 miles to Grandma's Kitchen, with the wind OK, to the side, hang on. A good number of ROMEOs showed up and the place was full when we walked in. You could tell who arrived early cause they parked in front.
I think Grandma herself was waiting tables and as it turned out she forgot all about Bob and I. Marty finally got his food and Bob and I just sat and waited. After I saw that four guys that arrived long after us were eating I inquired as to the possibility of ever getting something to eat. Grandma was very apologetic and we were soon served. The special was a giant chicken fried steak. Not a bad hunk of meat. By the time we finished eating the place had cleared out so I didn't get any bike pictures.
What to do after a giant piece of meat? Why Scoops for ice cream of course!
It was getting on about 3pm so I decided to break away from the group and head the Dubya into the wind before it got too late. Marty had gone by a different route. He had to work at 7pm so guess he needed a nap. Not a bad day considering.
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