admittedly neither one of us slept terribly well, especially considering the kind motorist who visited our site last night. he informed that we were darn fools and insisted on evacuating us to the nearest rest area. we declined. we were far too sleepy fools. my slumber comfort was also inspired by elder twin’s last words being a listing of why road side camping is like tossing a toddler in a bits of jagged things factory… and that factory is filled with bees.
but it was only 10 miles left to Iraan and delicious coffee. nectar of my velvety gods. and wouldn’t cha knows it? it was a steep o’ decline all the way into town! and the hero twins were soon in a fastening zoom… until brother twin hit a rock and crashed into the side of a mountain. this caused a pinch flat too large for baby glueless patches. we had to hitch the last 3 miles. steve wore grumpy pants the whole way.
breakfast was scrumptious mexican food. the meal time conversation was immobility. we are still 2 days away from our emergency care packages being sent to Pecos (courtesy of hero twin papa and dway. thanks guys!). we have no spare tubes to remedy this new aggressive flat. i mean flats. the slow leak in my rear tire… eh, not so slow anymore.
enter auto garage! across the street and not so a world away was a motor emergency room where the gear heads and grease monkeys were more than pleased to help two lonely pedal poppers on their way. soon i was rubbing nuts and bolts besides the best of them and the hero twins got an industrial patch work make over. we were back on the road! well, almost, for soon we are stopped by a chatty cathy who revealed himself as a biking enthusiast… here… in no man lands west texas. who knew? this kind sir did and proceeds to give strange advice and encouragement to pursue Interstate 10 to Fort Stockton, thusly quickening our route to Pecos. Bikers on the interstate? wha wha what?!
so we do. and it is incredible. we’re talkin big broad birthin wide shoulders and smooth as those birthed bastards’ behinds. it was a long awaited glimpse of road paradise.
fort stockton was a hookers and blow type trucker lay over. it did not take much before we were getting some heebies followed by the jeebies and thus decided not to camp in crime city but find low income housing instead. we were instantly scammed into the “only room left” which was the most expensive (albeit, still cheaper than any chain motel) but was also the “honeymoon suite.” ooh la la. the twins decide to live it up and be a couple of fatties spending the night drinking Killigans, eating cookies and ice cream, and watching how camera lens are made on the discovery channel. it is complicated. hero twin kate signing out.
