Pictures from the Big Texan

1557634_10205078320415039_5116202015664058615_n — Taken by the Big Texan steer!

10384292_10205076919380014_8981132482056547698_n — Taken while they were waiting for me after I broke down. Shifter problems.

11014963_10205077626877701_5689700251568384064_n — Taken by the Big Texan steer!

11052859_10205078309774773_2345887670387228021_n — Robert & Jeannie. Together 43 years, not married. Both are freaking nuttier than an almond orchard.

11351331_10205078315534917_865952783337966420_n — Hey, that’s me on the left. None of the pictures in this post are mine. Tom Johnson posted them on FB and I stole them.

11377136_10205078316654945_5549913432726972557_n — Debby with me in the picture. Johnny is facing the music since he paid for them to be at our table. He does that because he knows I hate strolling musicians.

11391421_10205076963981129_3838145680088885931_n — Taken by the Big Texan steer! Rudy Baca.

Howdy! They say that shit a lot at the Big Texan Steakhouse. We had a nice time, except for the problems I had with my shifter. On the way to Amarillo I had to keep pulling over to Mickey Mouse fix my shifter. The shaft stripped out and I was able to fix it and it would last for about 50 miles or so before I had to pull over and do the repair again. 3 times it went out and the last time I just coasted to Tripp’s Harley-Davidson in a high gear. I pulled it into service and they had me out the door in 15 minutes with the problem fixed and warrantied. I rejoined the group and a great time was had by all.

We stayed at the Big Texan Hotel. The room was clean, the mattresses were comfortable, the TV was fairly new with a good channel selection, but the room was very tacky. The hot water in both the sink and bath were reversed. The ceiling above the tub was peeling. The outside had a bunch of smallish litter lying about, including a huge bandaid. It was convenient and since we walked from our room to the restaurant, I actually had more than 1 drink. No, I’m not telling the actual total.

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