Saturday, March 22, 2008

Saturday Afternoon

After working on the patio, the day was too nice not to take a motorcycle ride as a reward for our hard work. We decided to go back and eat at the little place we found a month or so ago. On the way there, we pass a power plant lake, Tradinghouse. We were surprised to see these pelicans. They seemed out of place but content....
This time I had the camera with me. This place is out in the middle of nowhere. But you can tell that they have done some sprucing up lately, adding on to the original building.
Is there "good" cuss'n?
These are self explanatory.....

Some of the locals......
The required Texas longhorn skull.....not sure what the wooden thing is beside it....
Saturday nights there is a band. They were just getting set up.
Classic decor.....
Greg and I both had fried catfish. It was very good. Thank goodness we decided to head home early. Our first sign of trouble was when the radio stopped working on the bike. Guessing that we had some type of electrical problem, my comment was try not to kill it. Well, at the next stop sign, the 900 pound motorcycle died and we pushed it into a private driveway. I called a coworker that lives in the area, and she and her husband were coming back from dinner, only a couple of miles away. What luck!! They took us home, we drove to WalMart for a battery, then back out to the bike. Using the car headlights, Greg put in the new battery. His directions to me was if it started, he was hauling home on the bike and I was to follow. Thankfully, it started and we headed out. It was a good feeling to pull the motorcycle into the garage, all of us
safe and sound.