OK, so nobody has called me out on this, and for that I am grateful. It was an oversight, I assure you, and no ill-intent was behind its motivation. Sort of like coloring outside the lines of pictures in our coloring books: An obvious error, but most certainly not intentional. I normally try to provide at least some modicum of linkage, because I am aware of the ‘implied rules of the road’, and the expectations of most… My bad! (FYI, I did go back and modify that post.)
By way of offering a meager, flimsy excuse, I will state, truthfully, that the thoughts in my other piece ("We Have Met The Enemy") did occur to me while riding, as do most of the things I write about. Of course, it would be hard for that not to occur, because that is one of the main reasons for my riding in the first place. I do wax philosophical now and then, some apparently have noticed, and I do tend to take it out on y’all… it’s just my nature, I reckon…
I have been doing a wee bit of riding lately… nothing epic or noteworthy, however, just little jaunts here and there… One very nice day ride with Sam, though, my dear friend here in Montgomery, AL. A guy with a typical tale of life… ups and downs, fabulous experiences, near tragedies, joys and sorrows… Still, he is one of the finest men I know, and it pleasures me considerable to be around him any time I can…
We’d decided to ride down to ‘Hamburger King’ for what many believe is the best hamburger in the whole state… I wouldn’t know about that, but I do know from vast personal experience that it truly is a darned good burger!!!
Well, that was last Monday, and once our kickstands were down and following a delightful ride down some backroads, several of which I’d never previously ridden, and our salivary glands were all worked up… a guy walked over and informed us they are closed on Sundays and Mondays… Dang! My disappointment didn’t last long, mercifully.
Sam, a life-long resident of these parts, immediately suggested a very satisfactory fallback plan; and, I must admit, that turned out to be quite true! We rode a couple of miles north to a farmers’ market sort of place that also had a café/deli… and one of the best Cuban sandwiches I’ve had outside the state of Florida!
We took a long cut home, and the day evolved into one of those wonderful days of riding, that didn’t really have anything specific to point out as news worthy… but the sum of those non-descript events always leaves us smiling and mighty glad we’d ventured out. Well, perhaps there was one major happening… Our plan got shredded before the day was even half gone, and we did some ‘broken-field running’ the remainder of the ride!
I’ve also had a couple of breakfast meet-ups with another dear old friend… Jim… He and I have shared many happy miles and smiles together crisscrossing this vast and stunning continent of ours. He is no longer able to ride, but he alleges he still travels vicariously through the stories of my travels… We both have a special fondness for country ham, especially that offered by the Huddle House Restaurant in Wetumpka, AL…
Yeah, I know... I should have taken pictures of Sam and the places he and I visited that day too, but... I typically don't think about such things until long after I've left the area... as was the case that day. Oh well, I'm still learning this photo business and its many subtle nuances, and obviously I still have a lesson or two yet to master...
DDT
