One Last Loop...

Yesterday morning about 05:00 I left on a 1200-mile loop in Texas to pick up more Motorcycle Grand Tour of Texas stops, Harley dealerships, and one last Tour of Honor stop.

My final Tour of Honor stop was definitely honorable as it was the Buffalo Soldier Memorial in San Angelo. My final stats for the TOH are:

- State Memorials: 151 in 37 states (completed AL, AR, FL, LA, MI, MN, MS, MT, OR, TX, WA, and WI)
- 9/11 Memorials: 69 (goal 50)
- K9 Memorials: 51 (goal 50)
- Doughboy Memorials: 50 (goal 50)
- Gold Star Family Memorials: 50 (goal 50)
- Hueys: 51 (goal 50)
- Madonnas of the Trail: 12 (goal all 12)
- Veteran Cemeteries: 51 (goal 50)

Additionally, I unintentionally completed their Four Corners ride by making at least one stop in CA, WA, ME, and FL. Sweet as!!

The MCGTTX stops took me to a fantastic Davey Crockett mural, the Geographic Center of Texas, an old Sinclair gas station, a newly built courthouse (the old one burned down), the Presidio de San Saba, and one of my favorites: the San Jacinto Battleground memorial. Too bad the park was closed, but I was trying (unsuccessfully) to beat Houston's rush hour traffic.

Houston never fails to live up to my expectations. The hotel shower water came out brown and never got even close to warm. Meth head drivers are everywhere in every lane (mostly straddling the lines actually), and the road surfaces are total 💩 (but not with a smiley face 🤬). I'm hoping I won't have to go there again for a very long time. Oh, and the HD of Kingwood is permanently closed, BTW.

Despite him being huge and me running his brights 24/7, Michael and I had a lot of near misses, but only one play on a contact sport today. One of those meth heads in a beat to shit, bright yellow Mustang convertible with a shattered windshield tore out of a gas station and crossed 5 lanes of traffic to get into my lane...which I was using. Her front left touched my right highway peg, but only enough to bend it up as it would normally bend. I didn't even realize she had actually hit me until later. I didn't feel any impact, but I remember my right leg trying to get on the left side of the bike 🤣. With a tall curb on my left I had nowhere to escape. So I'm glad she heard my horn (maybe?) or saw me (maybe?) before coming any farther over. The prison-tatted, bone-thin bitch wouldn't even look at me when she had to stop right by me at the next light. She was too busy writing in a spiral notebook. Probably trying to calculate when she would come down so she'd be ready with another hit. She was SO busy writing, in fact, that when her protected left turned green, she didn't go despite being in such a hurry. Fucking idiot.

If it's not paranoia when everyone really is out to get you, then it's not road rage if everyone driving around you is trying to kill you, right? Right. 🤣

Anyway, Michael and I are safely back. He's cooling down in the garage while I've already showered off the 95°F "fall weather" and opened an adult beverage 😁. 

One more HOH rally and that will be a wrap on my 2024 VROOM VROOM. I'll post again in about a week or so. Until then ✌️.Læs mere