The Brothers’ Bike Ride

Thursday October 10, 2013, 30 miles (49 km) – Total so far: 433 miles (696 km)

After all, the Brothers Bike Ride is about having fun. Yesterday was a blast…just not the fun kind of blast. The wind wrestled us to the ground in Comstock and we gladly cried uncle. Unfortunately, Tim is still feeling the effects of the half-Nelson wind strangle hold, and he elected to forgo today’s ride in order to ward off really getting sick. This morning at 8:30 a.m., Brian and I (at Tim’s urging) began to ride the last 30 miles of Leg 3. However, Ruth (our mother) didn’t raise no dummies, and we rode with the wind at our back and believe me when I say a song in our hearts! We followed Horace Greeley’s advice and went west, young man, riding back to Comstock from our hotel in Del Rio. Going west towards Comstock is uphill, but with 20 mph tailwinds, it made for quick, quiet, enjoyable riding. We had a blast—the good kind. Even another flat tire (me again! What’s up with me and flats?) didn’t diminish our elation because compared to yesterday, we felt like we were flying. We will wait and see if tomorrow Tim feels well enough to ride. Maybe we could still make it to Uvalde and be a little closer to San Antonio. If not then that is okay. The Brothers Bike Ride will return, to be continued…

Approaching the Amistad National Recreation Area. Today was the first time we had to deal with any humidity on any of the rides all the way back to San Diego.

Another shot of the Amistad Reservoir at the confluence of the Rio Grande, the Devils River, and the Pecos River. Spanish for “friendship”, it is located on the U.S. And Mexican border.

Another one handed courageous camera shot taken on the 2 mile long, very narrow and extremely hazardous bridge on Rt. 90. Notice that there are no shoulders. Only inches to spare if two vehicles overtake us at the same time. The lengths I go to so you people can vicariously enjoy beautiful photography. You are welcome.
No cars passed us on the entire length. It was actually a really fun bridge to cross. That is a railroad crossing to the left.

This may well be the last picture of the unique vegetation we have enjoyed since El Paso.

The grand daddy of “Silver,” our Chevy Silverado pick up. Kevin or Ted, what year is this truck?

This is for you, Patrick. Looks like I won you $10. Ride ’em, cowboy!