(read as a poem with Texas drawl/slight redneck accent)
You haven’t seen Texas until you’ve seen if from a bike….or a truck Trucks are here, there, and everywhere. There are white ones, big ones, loud ones and pig ones.
They’ve got trucks for hauling, trucks for stalling, they’ve got trucks that are dirty, trucks that are perty! Texas is the land you don’t mess with, its the country, the desert, the gulf, and the man that best it.
We’ve seen ranchers, cowboys, truckers, playboys. We’ve met the EMS, marshalls and women drivers with PMS. We’ve experienced Texas kindness at its finest, we’ve riden here in Texas during it’s primest.
The wild flowers line the roads. The frogs out do the toads. The llamas are still furry and the road runners go by in a flurry. The longhorns sit still, the deer frolic on the hill. The trees shade for the horses, wild and free. The dogs chase our legs, as we about pee.
But this don’t matter unless you’ve seen a truck. The olds crackle and roar, the new ones lack the dents in the side door. The city ones are clean and stirring to be used, the country ones smile as they’re abused. There are dualies and monsters, there are ranch hands and hauntsters.
We’ve been riding in Texas too long. We’ve been on the chip sealed and up the hills. We’ve seen the oil families and all their bills. We’ve been honked at, waved at, welcomed and shunned. We’ve been fed, bed and cared for with Texas fun.
We’re half way through Texas and loving the sun. We’re open to what each day brings, its bright and new. You’ll always hear us saying, if its not chip sealed “phew.”
Our butts are sore, our spirit are high. We’re riding through Texas and not running a tri. We’ve been given a lot of free time to think think and think. What we do then is embrace the wildflowers, so beautifully pink. Our minds race with thought, the Snickers just bought, about how many kinds of Texas Trucks we can find.
If the truck game gets long, we trail to a Texas song. ‘If you’re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band…’ ‘All my X’s live in Texas…’ ‘Deep in the heart of Texas….’ and appreciate why people write songs about Texas.
There need be more though, more about Texas trucks and all the wives that gather the luks. The Texas trucks are really here, there and everywhere. Makes me, well, makes me want to keep riding my bike!
(hill country made me crazy, so I wrote cowboy poems all day about Texas)