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Saturday, August 28th, 2004

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bulletRide Length: 150 miles (30 each way to Josh's)
bulletRiders: Dr. Josh and Me
bulletWeather: Hot.  It was pleasant in the morning... probably 80, 85.  It didn't take long for it to heat up to around 95 and the humidity to rise to 100%.  We had a little rain on the way home, only for about 5 minutes, but it was light.

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It's been a while since Dr. Josh and I have gone for a motorcycle ride.  Josh is heading to California today to interview for a spot in a specialized dental school, so we weren't able to do a long ride this weekend.  But, last night we were chatting on instant messenger and decided we would go for a ride this morning.  Angie, Josh's wife, said we could go as long as we were home by 10:00... AM...

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"  I've had that alarm since 1984... You'd think after 20 years I'd grow accustomed to it.  No.  I only hit snooze once though.  I was up out of bed at 6:09... got dressed... loaded up my gear and headed over to Josh's house.  I got there around 6:55.  Josh's KLR was already sitting out in the driveway ready to go. 

As usual on the majority of our adventures, we stopped and ate, and, as usual, we stopped at McDonalds.  The usual Egg McMuffin and large Coke!

Today's adventure was to take us from Josh's house in Deer Park to Galveston, across the ferry to Bolivar then up highway 124; it didn't happen like that...

After crossing one of the bridges on 146, we found a little place to stop.  Josh was on "picture patrol"--looking for anything to take pictures of... I took the obligatory pictures of birds and boats. 

We were surprised to see the mechanism on the tracks still working even though the tracks hadn't been used in quite a while.

A short trek through the tall grass and through the ditch and we headed out to catch the ferry over to Bolivar. 

We continued on our journey the rest of the way down 146 to I-45. 

Once we got on I-45, we crossed over the bridge to Galveston and took 61st Street to Seawall.  There was more going on at 8:30 in the morning than I expected there to be.  Folks were out and about--fishing, running, cycling, swimming.  The temperature and humidity were both steadily increasing; I cannot blame folks for getting out early and enjoying the slightly cooler weather.

We only had to wait for a bit at the ferry before we were on our way to Bolivar:

Once on the ferry, I found myself again taking obligatory photos... ferry photos this time:

When we got on the ferry, we decided as soon as we arrived in Bolivar, we would stop at the first convenient store and get something to drink.  Well, we arrived... we got about a mile down the road and quickly realized that if we were to continue on our way we were going to get drenched. 

We pulled over, at which point Josh informed me that there was a 50% chance of rain.  You know, it seems to me that there is a 50% chance of rain everyday; either it will rain or it won't--50/50.  I guess this is why I am not a weatherman.

Looking at the watch gave us an additional reason to turn around.  Seems that Josh's timing for the trip was slightly off... it was already 10:00. 

We turned around and headed back to the ferry.  The ride back wasn't nearly as fun as the ride over, but it was either a return ferry ride or a soaking; we chose the former rather than the latter.

Once we got off the ferry, we stopped at the Shell station for the drink we talked about earlier, and I decided to fill my bike up with gas.  While sitting on the curb enjoying my Coca Cola, this apparently homeless man walks up to me and out of the blue says, "You know what a woman and a motorcycle have in common?"  A bit taken with the condition of his teeth and the drool leaking from his mouth, I maintained composure and answered, " I don't know, what?"  "They'll both end up hurting you; you just never know when." And he walked off.  I hope he wasn't a prophet...

Taking Main Street through Galveston Island provided some additional excitement...  We see this guy chasing this "hoopty"--some 1980 something import--the wrong way down Main Street.  The guy doing the chasing is on foot... let's call him Guy A.  Turns out the guy in the hoopty... Guy B...  hit Guy A's truck and was trying to get away.  While trying to get away, he nicked a tree.  Josh and I whipped around... hoping... praying... that Guy B would get out of the hoopty and make a break for it; he didn't.  He did get out of the car, but only to allow his girlfriend? to get in the driver's seat.  Apparently they were thinking they could switch drivers and no one would notice... Einsteins.  The cops showed up pretty quickly and took charge of the scene. 

We continued our journey home and pulled into Josh's garage at 11:05... AM.  As usual, it took us longer than expected.

Josh still had time to make his flight... as a matter of fact... his flight was late anyway because of the storm. 

I made it home and only got hit by one or two more rain drops before I pulled into my garage.  It didn't take long before the bottom fell out.  It's 7:00 PM now and it is still raining... I see a nap in my immediate future.

Thanks for coming along with us.

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