My Great Trek to the Midwest
Day 10, Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Fort Worth to El Paso, Texas

Day's Route Overview:
Today, across the much of the width of the great state of Texas.
I'll be started in Fort Worth, and when I saw Van Horn I kept going. 
I wanted to get some miles ahead and Van Horn was not all that inviting. 
I ended up in El Paso, totally wiped out.

Today was not an ABC letter collecting day. A total of 607 miles.
When I awoke this morning, I found in the bathroom a departed
guest.  This caused me to ponder.  Lets assume that crickets live for
about 60 days.  Since there are no natural predators in a motel room,
we can assume that most live their maximum live span.  If finding one
dead after one day is an average, then that means that there are
59 others running about that did not expire during the one night
that I was sleeping there.
Starting out: Trip / Odometer / Time: 17.3 / 33,983 / 7:20 PDT  
The Texas rest stops are good.  Not great, but good.  For example,
they are missing the information brochures that are available in all
the west coast states.  And they do not have the wonderful facilities
that I enjoyed in Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana.  About every
other rest stop is called "Picnic Area".  There have off and on-ramps,
parking space, and tables with roofs and fire pits.  But they do not
have any sort of restroom facilities.  No plumbing, no portable
potties, not even any big bushes in the vicinity.

Ain't Lola beautiful?

Later in the day I got wise and parked in the shade even though it
meant pulling up onto what passes very loosely for a lawn.

I stopped in Midland, Texas and tried to drop in on George and
Laura.  Unfortunately, they were not at home.  I wish they'd return
home and remain there!  There is very little of anything in Midland
apart from sage brush and sand, oil wells and refineries.  BTW, the
refineries have open flame burn-offs of their waste gasses.  In the
huge state of Texas, they have many areas smelling like El Segundo
in the mid 70's.

I stopped at the Midland Wal-Mart, thinking that George might be
there.  You know how much he likes to rub elbows with the little
people.  I noticed on the roof they were flying our flag.  Somehow
it seems particularly poignant that the flag is surrounded by
surveillance cameras.  That just may be what George thinks
is how to guarantee our constitutional freedoms.
 

Right after riding I-20 west to it's terminus, I began on I-10.  I was
getting low on gas.  Soon there were signs for the town of Kent.
When the off-ramp came, I took it.  Kent, it turns out, consists of
a general store and four gas pumps.  The pump refused to take my
card so I went inside the store.  This store is exactly as depicted
in the television series Northern Exposure.  And, the proprietor is
and older woman who is very much like Ruth in the series both in
mannerisms and somewhat in appearance.  There were four men,
cowboys, who evidently had come in to get some supplies and
notions to last for some time.  The youngest of the four, perhaps
about 16-17 years old kept piling more candy bars and soda cans
on the counter until he amassed a supply that had to be approaching
$25 or more.  It was fun to watch.  How did I know they were
cowboys?  Remember the song "I see by your outfit that you are
a cowboy..."

There were some peculiar side winds today.  At least three times, buzzing along, I was suddenly hit with a
side wind shear.  It felt like something hit me and the bike very hard.  It was not a gust, I've had many
of those this past week and a half, it was as if I had moved from still air into a stream of very fast moving
air.  This is probably similar to what the airliners encounter.  The first time it happened, I was taken by
surprise and it moved the bike sideways by at least of foot and a half before Lola and I could reestablish
a good lean angle into the wind.  After the initial shock, the side wind remained fierce for about a quarter
mile and then slowly tapered back off.
If you look below at the totals for the day, you'll note a very long day with a high average speed.
Just a bit over 50 MPH average even including all stops and meals.  Don't try this at home!  It
definitely requires a location like Western Texas where the traffic is relatively light and the roads
are in reasonably good shape.  Also, the weather has to cooperate.  I won't say what my speeds
were, but from Van Horn to El Paso, about 120 miles, probably averaged about a mile and a half
per minute for long, long stretches.

Done for the day:
168.1 / 34,590 / 7:10 PDT
La Quinta Motel room 225 (why is that girl looking at me?)

ABC Letters: none today

Total: 607 miles, 11 hours 50 minutes
Trip Total: 4,371 miles, 96 hours 59 minutes

Updated: Monday, May 12, 2014 09:36:09 PM