Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Day 11: Road to Dallas

(listen to today's theme)
I am currently writing from a pretty cool library in the area around Dallas. A few feet from me there is a crowd of kids singing along a theme to encourage reading amongst the youngest. Do not tell me that is not adorable and heartwarming. With that spirit, I will narrate everything that happened throughout yesterday, which is a lot.

The morning started with a fresh shower at Kevin's, followed by the preparations to depart from his house. I put some air in my tires (thank you Kevin for letting me use the air compressor!) and met one of the family's ponies, a beautiful creature just brought from Mount Olympus.

We had breakfast in a local diner full of bikes and policemen; however, the tension was not there. I had hash browns from the very first time in my life, and quite liked them! The time came to say goodbye, and we both parted our ways. On to Berry Hill farm, then!

Uneventful drive. I stopped at Milano, TX, to communicate with R_Leo (Randy), who gave incredibly accurate directions to his farm. Milano had some interesting abandoned buildings, product of this crisis, as well as a very friendly local villager who, in the middle of her yard sale, waved goodbye at my funky train. I thought this song would be relevant.

I arrived to Randy's, who greeted me right outside his farm in a little diesel golf cart. Immediately after a small tour of the friendship train and a quenching glass of ice cold water, we took a tour of the farm. Randy had formerly been a city boy, but decided to opt for a healthier lifestyle by getting some land. So far, I think he is living the perfect life: close to Mother Earth, but still in touch with technology and civilization; knowledgeable about what is alive and is mechanical; with a loving, kind wife, the loyalty of his two Chow-Chows and the skill to make things work; well traveled and down to Earth. Not your average farmer, a person whose knowledge would make a cubicle dweller look like a redneck.

Randy's farm is beautiful, full of expansive hills, a couple ponds and very healthy, well-cared-for cows. He also owns a noisy donkey and a majestic horse who loves apples. I must confess, his rare euro 240D looked dull compared to the many interesting things surrounding it.

Time for lunch. Mouth-watering ribs and sausage, accompanied by one of the best briskets I have ever had: flaky, tender, layered with thin veins of healthy far. Absolutely superb. Randy keeps his meat in an old ice cream truck with a powerful freezer, which does the job wonderfully.

Time came for Dallas, a city of tall skyscrapers and high temperatures. I stopped by Woody's Smokehouse in Centerville to grab username Panzzer some buffalo jerky, as well as some for the trip. And absolute must if you are on the road!

I met gear-head and Panzzer at the Hard Eight BBQ, and talked Mercedes after a hefty amount of beef. I ended up camping in front of Panzzer's, and today I am headed towards a junkyard to grab a euro bumper for Newport. I will stay in Dallas for today, in hopes of meeting other members. Until then, wish me luck finding cool W123 stuff!

It's a HUGE trailer! And Kevin's wife is VERY, VERY tall.

Kevin's dog, commando style. It dragged itself like that for a good 20ft!

Follow that dentist to... breakfast!

Two beauties in a parking lot.

The way to Woody's.

An old diesel locomotive at the side of the road!

R_Leo (Randy) and his son.

Never a dull moment at Berry Hill Farm!

"People are going to think I am a redneck", Randy said.

Imagine waking up to this. Who needs Manhattan?

The cow did know I was taking a picture. It stood perfectly still.

Huddling in the shade during a hot, hot day!

Motherly affection.

Do you think I was born yesterday? Whoops!

Dallas, in the distance.

Panzzer's 300CD and gear-head's 560SEC.

Their respective owners.

Motherload of MEAT.

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