"TEXAS OR BUST"

July the 6th., I left Pleasant Shade Tennessee on my way to Granbury Texas. I rode to Little Rock Arkansas, where I spent the night with Don And Marti. (photo above). Boy did they feed me. Had a good nights rest for the long ride the next day. Don and I arose the 7th. of July and headed for Granbury Texas, leaving Marti to go to a job she hated. You see she is afraid of heights, and her job was on the 9th. floor of a building. Don and I were headed to Floyd Fluds, where Sonny Suskey was already eating him out of house and home, Ha. We could only hope there was enough food left for the both of us. Floyd had promised us a BBQ supper when we got there. That's Dinner to the northern folks.
Don and I arrived at Floyd's, late Monday afternoon. He had been slaving all day cooking for us. Immediately upon arrival he started to cram irresistable food down both of us, trying to fatten us up like he had already done Sonny.

Floyd, his wife Joyce, and daughter Tammy,(all pictured below)made us feel right at home. We didn't get a picture of the best looking one, Katie bug, Tammys' daughter. These folks are the very best of hosts. Floyd is a great cook, and my britches will attest to that. We ate, slept, ate, rode, ate, worked on trikes, and then ate some more.

Now if I could just find my glasses so I could see how to opperate this camera, I would take that picture of Floyd and family. (photo courtesy Arkansas Triker)

FLOYD, JOYCE & TAMMY On Tuesday we rested, boy did I enjoy that. Now mind you Floyd didn't rest, he cooked, and we ate. Some of the best beans and cornbread you ever tasted. Of course we had other things also.

FLOYD, JOYCE & TAMMY (again) (photo courtesy Arkansas Triker) Below are a couple of pictures of Floyds Grandaughter ( Tammys' daughter) She is a little cuter than Floyd, Don't you think?

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Floyd sent these to me later. I didn't get a picture of Katy while I was there.

On Wed. Floyd had a poker run laid out. This was my first poker run, and I should have stayed home for the hand I drew. In fact no one came close to Sally. Here is Sonny, ready for the poker run. He and I both should have went fishing, because Sally won it all. She drew enough Kings to start a power struggle in any country.

Here is Harry guarding Sallys' trike. She got her license while we were there, boy was she happy, (new license, poker run pot, I would be happy too).

Here is Floyd, up to his elbows in the sack, trying to find one of Sallys' Kings. Harry's looking over Lucky's shoulder, to see that Floyd don't peek.

Guess who had a flat?? Yep, Sonny. Here Sonny and Lucky are working on Sonnys' flat. He had valve stem problems. Suspected those tire flies to be the culprit, their weight on the end of the stem, broke the valve stem. We carried Sonny and tire to a tire store to have the stem replaced, while Harry stood vigilence over Sonnys' trike. Or should I say slept on Sallys' trike under a shade tree.

Once we got under way again, Floyd headed for this little restaurant, hidden from the strangers, and full of locals. You guessed it, we ate again. Some of that food that only the locals knew where to find it.

Somewhere in all this round we stopped at this little park, sure was a shady spot, where Sally did it again. Here is where we found out about how well Sally could read the oil pressure. (photo courtesy Arkansas Triker)

Here you see Sallys' trike in front, and Dons' trike behind it. This shot was in the park also. (photo courtesy Arkansas Triker)

HERE'S SALLY!! the poker winner, along with her trike. I rode 800 miles to see her draw my hand. ha. (I won't tell about the oil pressure thing, so don't worry). How fast did you say you were going, Sally?

Here we see Don and Sally.
Don knows Sally has 100 dollars, that she won on her poker hand

Here is a picture of Georges' John Deer green, trike. I never learned his last name, and rode with him 3 or 4 days. Sorry about that George.

On Friday, with Floyd in the lead, we headed for Toad Suck, Arkansas. There Birdman had made arraingements for us to have the Tennessee, Texas Connection. Above is a picture of The Arkansas Birdman, and his new trike, he built.

Here is another shot of Birdmans trike.

Here is a shot of Birdmans Home away from home (photo courtesy Arkansas Triker)

On Saturday, Big Bob and Al, came to the camp ground, and led the way to Mt. Nebo. Sure was a twisting road that led up, up, up. Sonny and Floyd being from the flat lands of Kansas and Texas, developed a nose bleed. Just Kidding... Marti was here but would not go near the edge, remember she is afraid of heights. By the time we got back to Arkansas she had a ground floor job. Congradulations.

Marti is not in this shot either. Guess why?????????

Here is another shot made on Mt. Nebo at a rest area. This is the back of my trike. Also Audry, Als wife, sitting on Als trike. (photo courtesy Arkansas Triker)

Here is a shot of all the trikes on Mt. Nebo, Don had a man take this shot with his camera. (photo courtesy of Arkansas Triker)

Here is a shot of Sonny and Deb, talking to Don and Marti at Toad Suck Park, in Arkansas.

This is Luckys' VW convertable. There was Floyd, Sonny, George, Don, Harry and Sally, and myself on trikes. Sallys' son rode a bike. Lucky and Bugger, (a shot of Bugger later)rode in the VW, from Texas.

You Guessed it. HERE'S BUGGER. Luckys' chief body guard. I couldn't get a shot of him from the side. He continued to face the camera. He is 3 ft. long and 3 inches high. ha. He was the only thing I slept with while I was gone on this trip. The wife was prowd of me. ha.

Here is a shot across the river, just below the lock at Toad Suck Park. I won't tell you what we were doing but it had to do with some hot sausages, Floyd had bought in Texas, and Sonny had baby set to Arkansas.

Yes Floyd was here at Toad Suck, couldn't make it without him. Don't let those beadie little eyes fool you. There is a wealth of information behind them, and a heart that will share it. This whole week revolved around him. He had built 3 of the trikes that rode with us on Saturday to Mt. Nebo. VW's are his cup of tea.

Floyd and I solving the world problems. Trouble is no one listens. ha (photo courtesy Arkansas Triker)

We met at he motel to say our goodbys, on Sunday July the 13th. George had left earlier to go to Hot Springs. Floyd, Harry, Sally Lucky and Bugger headed back to the Lone Star State. Sallys' son had left on Saturday for Hot Springs for a BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse) meeting. A worthy orginization. The Birdman left on Saturday night after the weinie roast. Don and Marti were at home in Little Rock. That left Sonny and I who were headed for Pleasant Shade, Tennessee.

Sonny and I encountered a frog strangler, I mean a gully washer, so we got under an overpass and watched the show. Sonny came home with me and spent the day Monday, and since I had broke my camera on him and Floyd, I didn't get any pictures while he was here. Sorry Sonny, now you have no proof for Deb that you were here. ha.

On Tuesday morning, I led him out of these hills and sent him on his way to Alabama. I told him I thought I had him far enough away, he couldn't find his way back. (Now I've seen cats come home from farther away than that, so who knows). Just kidding Sonny.

You are all welcome at Pleasant Shade Tennessee anytime. Thanks to all who we made friends with, and to all the old friends we met again.

 

"GOD BLESS YOU ALL"

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