When I wake up this morning, I decide that I'll get breakfast somewhere else down the road. The 'decor' of the restaurant where I ate last night is just a little too much to sift through again. But before I check out and load up the SweetTreat, I go out to face the moment of truth. I give the rear tire the old 'kick' test and it does seem to be in a decent state of inflation. When I put the tire gauge on it, it has only lost 2 pounds since I plugged it last night. I think to myself -
"Well, glory be! I may
just make it to the Holler today after all."
I put a little more air in
it just for good measure then give it another spit test. Once again, no
bubbles are blowing which is a real good sign. I go back in to get my
stuff and check out. There's gas station across the street, so I wheel
over there to start the day out with a full tank. A couple in a mini-van
with a very large English sheep dog in the back seat pull up to the pump
in front of me. When the lady opens the front door, the dog escapes quicker
than you can say 'What happened". She is calling for him frantically
because there are cars whizzing on the road nearby. Sensing a train wreck
about ready to happen, I step away from the bike, look at him and say
-
"Hey, buddy, Come here
a minute and let me pet your bony head."
He lumbers straight to me since
he understood exactly what I said. And I do as I promised, as I gently
grab a hold of his collar. The lady is both amazed and thankful. I tell
her -
"Well, I reckon he knows
a professional dog petter when he sees one."
With the big boy back where he belongs, I top off the bike and get back to the slab slaying. As I approach Oklahoma City, it reminds a lot of the Nashville skyline back home. |