|Our escort from the Woodlands|
Marguerite and Bruce rode with us out to the edge of the Woodlands. We were happy for the escort, as this is one of those designed communities tucked into real woods and there are virtually no landmarks anywhere as you travel within the town. I told Marguerite that I probably could live there for years and still get lost traveling around between the shopping areas and my home!
The gentle rolling hills are very pretty in this part of Texas, but began to wear us down over time. And - doggone it! - that problem with the rear axle is back, and worse than ever. To bring you up to speed on that issue, Roger had ordered, with the help of the bike technician in Chattanooga, a replacement axle because ours was bent (slightly, but enough to cause the chain to act up.) Well, when we went to get it installed while we were in Houston, he found out that it wasn't long enough. Well, that's just punk! So the guys had everything all apart, and they put it back together, but may not have greased it up really well, or - is it possible? - put the axle in backwards. In any case, the problem is back, and so we are having to be very careful as we come to a stop to keep pressure on the pedals so we don't end up with a big loop of chain clattering about in the spokes. Argh! It's always something.
|A proper Texas Longhorn|
The little restaurant was not open when we went through, but I bet it's hopping on Friday nights!
|Yes, those are ashtrays on the tables|
The day's report: The Woodlands to Bryan, 76,7 miles/7492 to date
Here's the route we took
|These cows have a pretty swell place to hang out, eh?|
|A very good meal at Los Cucos|