Louisiana has gone, Texas has come, and we’re finding the rolling hills behind the pines difficult to navigate. Or, at least, I am. Our first two days in Texas have been physically and mentally demanding—a steady climb that will define our next 1,000 miles weighs on me. I think often of our day off in Fort Worth and wonder what I can shed so that my 115 pound bike Q*bert might become lighter. I’ve been carrying a bunch of crap. It’s time to downsize.
Texan headwinds are pretty nasty bitches, too. They howl and yowl and make your lips dry. Not a real big deal, but it is awful hard to get excited about a downhill when the fastest you can go because of the wind is 12 mph.
When we entered Texas fellow Keys to Freezer George said, “You know? Just about everything in Texas is trying to kill you and your bike.” Having biked the length of Texas in 2013 I suppose George knows best. He went on to describe fire ants in the weeds, burs in the grasses, horn frogs and snapping turtles, chip gravel roads, and that hot, relentless Texas sun.
So in truth today’s post is two-fold. First is a reflection on our first two ride days in Texas, which can be summed up by this short video below.
The second is a comment on the people of Texas we have met so far, who have been so nice to us. I don’t really know what kind of people I expected to live in East Texas. Humans, I’m sure, but I didn’t believe that they would be this nice. Having lived on the east coast my whole life and heard only rumors about the vast lands of unbridled barbeque I thought there would be less enthusiasm over our trip. So thank you, Brent and Bimmy and Billy, for offering us into your homes with open arms these last two nights and for making us feel so welcome.
Onwards to Dallas, then Fort Worth, and then West Texas … whatever that means.