Day 11 of 17 Days of Texas. A long, hot, windy day, our ninth day of riding in a row. A DQ was our checkpoint, but Bob and I opted for the Subway a little farther down the road. We hit our official halfway point soon after lunch. We were met by Katie and Mo dancing in the road with horns and pom poms, the locals thought they were a bit bizarre. Bob was sick and riding slower than usual so I rode the next 35 miles alone. I thankfully caught up to Sig as I started to fade, he lead the way in as we faded together. We agreed to stop for beverages as soon as we got to civilization, but even after stopping to rehydrate it was still mentally hard to concentrate, follow all the instructions, and make all the turns. At one point Sig asked if I wanted to stop and I said “no, I just want to be there.” So on we went, with him giving me “cold water hits” out of his camelbak whenever we stopped at a light. I don’t know what the people of San Antonio thought, but I didn’t care. Finally we dragged into the motel where I immediately fell into the pool.
After getting settled in and throwing my stuff all around the room, I headed out and found a florist and ordered some flowers – it was almost Mother’s day. I’m glad we were in civilization so I could remember Mom. I also found myself some Texas wine at a local liquor store for later.
Dinner was along “The Riverwalk”, a beautiful area in town for walking, we had outdoor seating and people to watch. Service was a little slow, but we were professionally served and we could take our time. Most of our group had left, but Bob and I were still there sipping wine when the strolling musicians came by and asked if they could play something romantic for us. The last thing we wanted was to have to sit and listen to some awful music, so I said “no! we’re fighting!” – we weren’t – Bob then called me a “bitch” and I called him something equally bad back. Those musicians ran off so fast. We just laughed and got out of there.
94.2 miles