A long deceased friend of mine, Don Davis of Don Davis Aviation in Henderson, Kentucky was a light aircraft avaitor. Back in the day he and his wife Jo were barnstormers. They flew their byplane from town to town giving the locals rides for a nominal fee to finance their travels. After he retired he bought a Goldwing and started touring. 20 years ago he talked me into taking my first long road trip on a motorcycle. We rode from Owensboro, Ky to Colorado to do the Colorado 500 charity road ride. His days of long distant traveling in a Cessna 172 taught him one important fact. An internal combustion engine requires fuel and you never pass up a chance to get some. Opportunity fuel.
West Texas is a desolate place. On a scooter with just over 3 gallons of fuel I use the Don Davis theory out here. If the trip meter has over 50 miles showing and I see fuel I buy it. Even doing that I came to fuel stops twice yesterday on fumes. The first time was in Balmorhea, Tx. The low fuel light had been on forever when the sign said Food and Fuel this exit! Yahoo! There it was…Marquez Cafe. It was 50 degrees and pouring rain ALL day. Cold, wet, hungry and on fumes it was a welcome sight. 3.34 gallons went in the tank. Think it holds 3.4. When I walked in the door I encountered the proprietors…Mario and Maria Marquez. Their trucking business had gone bad. This little hole in the wall building in the middle of nowhere Tx was available for a song so they did took what was left and rolled the dice. I asked Maria if they had Tacos. 15 minutes later 5 mini beef softshell tacos laid before me. They were the best I have ever had! Or else I was famished but I’m fairly certain both were true. We talked business and politics a little and scooters. Maria loved the Kymco. Mario wanted to by my ride for his loving wife so badly. I looked around and didn’t see an airplane to get me home so I had to pass.
These kind, happy hearted people were the high point of my cold and extremely wet day. Truly an oasis. Their belief in America and Capitalism was inspiring. I left there wishing them success.
My 7 year old Harley-Davidson FXRG waterproof leathers with about 200,000 miles on them decided they wers no longer waterproof. 50 degrees, windy and hard rain for 450 miles had taken its toll. At 6 pm I came across a Super 8 and said yes. Its over. Turns out it had a pool and a hot tub in an atrium. A massive can of Budweiser and an hour soak in the hot tub did the trick. Time for sleep. Hopefully the weather will turn my way tomorrow. Either way I must go. 1375 miles to Daytona and my bed. 6000 miles down and 1375 to go.
Hope Maria gets her scooter…