I’m the fellow Wade rode with in Colorado. Pleased you got his big bike. We made a pair.
Him on the big Beemer and me on a modified dirt bike, a Suzuki DRZ with big jets and a blown out
air box to handle the altitude. Like to tell you about it sometime. Wasn’t easy but we rode the
San Juan Skyway and Million Dollar Highway and lived off cheap wine, microwave Jimmy Dean sausage sandwiches and reefer. Like a couple laughing teenagers.
Sounds like a fantastic time, Mark. Wish I’d gotten that ride with him, too. Hope to meet you someday and trade tales. The WG and me are at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon tonight.
I remember rolling my eyes and laughing at my grandpa while he and my grandmother drank their Hamm's and ate chips and salsa at the dinner table. Lo, they regaled my snotnosed bratty 11-year-old self and family with "tales" of what did or did not happen in front of the Judge. Come to think of it, he didn't laugh back, and my grandmother asked that I fetch two more beers from the fridge.
Well, you made me cry again. So glad you got to get out, ride, and remember Wade. Surely he accompanied you on your venture. What a wonderful friendship you found in each other.
Jim,
I’m the fellow Wade rode with in Colorado. Pleased you got his big bike. We made a pair.
Him on the big Beemer and me on a modified dirt bike, a Suzuki DRZ with big jets and a blown out
air box to handle the altitude. Like to tell you about it sometime. Wasn’t easy but we rode the
San Juan Skyway and Million Dollar Highway and lived off cheap wine, microwave Jimmy Dean sausage sandwiches and reefer. Like a couple laughing teenagers.
Sounds like a fantastic time, Mark. Wish I’d gotten that ride with him, too. Hope to meet you someday and trade tales. The WG and me are at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon tonight.
Well, that made me cry ... A
sweet story which reminded me of a great reporter I wish I had known. I now feel like I do, a little.
The soul in the machine....
My family is from Hill Country. My great-grandfather helped build the SP Railroad near Langtry.
Man, that was a wild time and place, Brian. I’m sure you know the story of Judge Roy Bean in Langtry when SP was being built.
I remember rolling my eyes and laughing at my grandpa while he and my grandmother drank their Hamm's and ate chips and salsa at the dinner table. Lo, they regaled my snotnosed bratty 11-year-old self and family with "tales" of what did or did not happen in front of the Judge. Come to think of it, he didn't laugh back, and my grandmother asked that I fetch two more beers from the fridge.
Just wonderful, Jim. Also, SEEEEE???? 😎
I see, amigo. I see!
Well, you made me cry again. So glad you got to get out, ride, and remember Wade. Surely he accompanied you on your venture. What a wonderful friendship you found in each other.
What an adventure with WG! Just what he wanted. I loved this story. Safe travels!
What a loving remembrance. What a wonderful way for one writer to send off another.
I'm certain that WG is most pleased; he'll enjoy the ride. Happy trails...