Pat and Desi were happy and she showed off the ring.  Pat then gave me the keys to 10 double rooms that they bought for us.  Total cost, $1200.  Not a bad deal on an A&M game weekend.  Around midnight the gang all headed for the motel just up the street and settled in for the night.  The cook was left out in the parking lot cooking all night and watching the Loco Cycle truck that was loaded with custom choppers for display on Sunday.

  
Sometime around 6 am, Big John and his roomies went to breakfast and then came down to sample the all night melt in your mouth food being smoked for the Sunday lunch.  Around 11 am, I got there with Jason and we unloaded the truck, put the choppers out, then settled in for some good old fashion BS the way only Boozefighters can tell it.  Lunch came and we ate beef and sausage until we popped.  Back to the porch for more stories, visits by all types of the local population.  They mostly wanted to meet Jason and shake Big John’s hand.  Before you knew it, it was near 4 pm and time to load up the bikes.  A few of the guys left early because they needed to work.  I think Cabo and Driver took off early.  They just wanted to be alone most likely.  Cabo said they hauled ass and what they saw on the way home was a blur.  The moment came to tell my girls goodbye and we loaded in the truck and headed back to cowtown.  Bob on one side, a big tiddy girl that we got to go topless most of the way home, Jason (with his feet on the emergency brake arm), and me driving.  Now that sounded a little sexy but let me tell you about sex.  The whole trip was plagued by some insects the locals call “Love Bugs”.  They call them that because they hook up butt to butt and then just fly around.  Millions of them everywhere.  They get in your hair, on your bike, you had to see it to believe it.  They should just call them the f---ing bugs because that is what they are doing all the time.  Fly united.

As the four of us sat in  the front seat and we tried to catch up with the guys on bikes, you would be amazed at the f------ing bugs hitting the windshield.  Jason said if you gotta go then that is the way to go because you didn’t have to kiss them or even look at em, you just hook up and f---ing fly off into the sunset or the windshield of a truck.  The bar looked good, some of the chicks looked good, the music was a little strange but what do I know.  The best part of the trip?  Seeing my daughters and of course those big old titties on the way home.
Ride on and see you at the nationals ..........Gene