Paris, Texas is no award-winning Wim Wenders movie starring Natassia Kinski. In reality, it is one sorry, pitiful beat-down town. If you want the Dollar Store or if you need car parts or the payday loan, this is your place.
On the other hand, if you want beer, you can ride all over town in the dark looking and not finding and give up. Jim is in a very, very bad mood now. We are beerless and irritable. Wikipedia tells me our town for tomorrow night is in a dry county. So tomorrow we are buying liquor in a plastic flask and I'm drinking a toast to Tim Jones first thing.
Today's bike ride was awesome. We did 88 miles. It was in the low 60s, sunny, with a light tailwind. The road was flat, and the pavement was mostly smooth. It doesn't get any better.
We started the day at the Waffle House across the parking lot from the 6. I forgot to take a picture. We had lunch in Greenville, TX. We rode through about 3 miles of strip mall hell, rejecting every chain restaurant, because we had faith that in the center of town by the courthouse, there would be a cafe. It turns out it's called Ruby's.
It was delicious. I had a grilled ham and cheese and a bowl of pinto beans and cornbread. That held us for 30 miles, until this Dairy Queen, where we got hot fudge sundaes to get to Paris.
Here is our room at the fabulous King's Inn with high speed internet, washing machines, and that's about it.
Dinner was up the street at the China Buffet. It was not so great.
Here's the MotionBased page. I want a beer.
1 comment:
Great story so far. I'm hooked. Be safe.
Rich
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