Trip Start Jul 21, 2007
6Trip End Jul 26, 2007
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Where I stayed
Hawaiian Royale Motel
Paul came by about 8:30 and we loaded up my gear and went back to his house to load up the two pretty bikes in the back of his truck. The other three bikes were already loaded on the trailer. It was lightly raining and we lucky to get the motorcycles up into the truck bed without 400 pounds of British iron falling on one of us.
We finally pulled away from Paul's house around 10am and headed up I-35 to US83 that goes all of the way to the panhandle and beyond. About five miles up the road on 83 we spotted a bike and rider by the side of the road so we stopped to see if there was anything we could do. He had a flat tire on the rear of his Harley Davidson and was talking on a cell phone when we pulled up. He told us that he had already phoned the Harley shop in Laredo and they were on their way
By the time we got to Eagle Pass we were getting pretty hungry so we pulled into the Border Café at the junction of 277 and 57. There we had a fine Mexican Plates and iced tea served by a big waitress that called us "baby doll". When we told her where we were heading, she told us the bridge was under water near Quemado and we would have to take another route. We ended up taking Texas 131 to Brackettville and US 90 to Del Rio and only lost about half an hour, but we missed seeing the hometown of Jon Dee Graham.
From Del Rio we took US277 to Sonora and there we got on I-10. As we got closer to El Paso we finally got out of the rain and crossed our first time zone and into Mountain Time. In El Paso we met up my friend Sibyl and her husband Louie at their house. From there we went to a locally owned Mexican café , Victoria's Mexican Restaurant, and had a great dinner. It wasn't that late, but we had the whole place to ourselves.
Louie mentioned that he was writing a book and it just happens that Paul published a book last year so they exchanged information of how he got it published
After dinner we set out to find a motel for the night and saw a real cool fifties looking place called the Beverly Crest that reminded us of the Hollywood motel in 'The World's Fastest Indian' where Burt is befriended by the cross-dressing desk clerk. Unfortunately there was no vacancy and we would stay at the Hawaiian Royale next door that was a bit run down, but after a long day of driving we just needed a place to crash.