BILL IS THE MAN

On Friday, 10-15-10, we left our motel rather late since the bike shop in Conroe did not open until 9:30. The owner, Bill, had arranged to have some tubes overnighted for us. We had an enjoyable time visiting with him and taking in all the memorabilia in his shop. At 11:15, the UPS gal showed up with the needed tubes. We also had the opportunity to visit with Angie, a nurse, who was in the shop to buy the yellow Trek she has been eyeing and saving for. Boy was she excited and we were excited for her. Ride like the wind Angie!! We continued our day riding on the shoulder of busy Hwy 105 toward Navasota, Texas. We stopped by the blue waters of Lake Conroe to eat our bagel and apples for a 20 minute break from traffic noise. As we continued west, the scenery was reminiscent of Missouri - pastureland with hedgerows and large round bales of hay. As we entered the city limits of Montgomery, a sign proudly announced it was the birthplace of the Texas flag. West of Montgomery, we experienced a series of long but gradual rolling hills. A slight breeze blew toward us from the west beneath a cloudless sky. We passed several large cattle ranches with four-board wooden fences that seemed to stretch for miles. Several of them had elaborate stone entrances with huge wrought iron gates. Ann set a blistering pace all day so we could reach Navasota and start relaxing for our rest day tomorrow. Although we contended with much traffic noise, we were chased by ZERO dogs today. Serendipitously, twenty-nine miles away Mizzou will play Texas A & M at College Station tomorrow. Go Tigers!