Delicious & Rich
Imagine how yummy the first bite of a hot fudge sundae tastes, or the first bite of a perfectly grilled steak. Delicious huh? Well that’s what the accents and phrases of these two guys (KrazyGG and FifthGear) from Texas sounded like to my native Californian ears. Delicious.
Yes, I can attest to the fact that they do say “yall” (one word) without blinking an eye. FifthGear said I could leave out the apostrophe. When I asked KrazyGG a question about his trip, his response was “Mam” and nothing else. I thought to myself ‘Why does he keep looking at me and saying “Mam” ‘? After what seemed like a very long time it dawned on me that this must be the southern way of saying “what?”
I confess that many times (ok, too many) I doubled over laughing whenever they said anything. It was funny and captivating at the same time. Like I said, delicious.
While waiting for a table for breakfast we all stood around discussing what things were important to bring along on a two week bike trip. Ron and Paula from San Diego shared the value of a “camel pack” to keep the riders cool while riding in the desert. It is a large bag filled with water that lies flat or strapped to your back with a long hose that can be easily reached while driving. They also suggested caring laundry detergent disks and quarters in a small snack bag to do your laundry while on the road. Great ideas.
The conversation then turned (disintegrated) to how many undergarments that a female rider should take along. Some of the male riders responses were “none” or “licorice flavored edible ones”. Of course they explained their reasoning was strictly to save space.
After breakfast we decided to ride out to Tom’s Farm’s. Ron and Paula couldn’t make it, but directed us to the right freeway.
While I was watching the flying arms ahead pointing us to turn here and there, I got caught heading onto the wrong freeway, which leads to another wrong freeway. Oops. Was I embarrassed!!. Suddenly to my left is FifthGear. He’d got caught too. At least that’s what I thought until we pulled over and he told me he didn’t want me to get lost alone. Wow! Delicious accents and chivalry are alive and well in Texas.
It was at this time I felt it necessary to explain to him that he had traveled 1500 miles to find himself lost in San Diego. Yes, I was from California, but no I had no idea where we were. I knew we were south and needed to go north. He took it well. I was impressed. We decided to drive on to see if anything looked familiar to me and came upon the rest of the group waiting at the side of the freeway. Together again, we rode on to Tom’s.
We all got drinks and sat out on the grass. While I was sitting looking at our little group, I realized how special the moment was. Everyone was smiling and sharing so easily with each other. Strangers in the morning, friends in the afternoon. Cool.
I smiled and felt the happiness deep inside me. I felt “rich”. Know what I mean?
I want to say “Thank you guys” or “Thank yall” for a very special day. I hope we can do it again soon.