The Road To Dallas
Leaving the Scout Bar late Thursday night, I had to decide whether or not to grab a motel room. I felt good. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins. So, I started my trip Northwest to Big D-Dallas, Texas, USA. Highway 45 is one of the best “back roads” of Texas. Wide open, hilly, and fast. Speed limits there are up to 80 mph, or more if you wanna test your luck (not recommended).
While my ears were ringing from the sonic assault from earlier, I made my way through the night. One of the fun things to do on road trips is listen to “local” radio. Especially at night, the skies open up and radio stations from further away can be picked up. Listening to the country radio stations is a trip. It’s a total departure from my normal Rock and Roll. However, it does open your eyes to the local farm and ranch reports- livestock prices, corn yields, and oil production. With a heavy Texan drawl, the announcers relate the pricing with a slow manner that hearkens back to the early days of radio.
I made it as far as Centerville, TX, which by the way is not in the center of Texas, but the center of Leon county. The population 892 town is in the middle of a population boom that it has not seen since 1950, when its population hit 961.
At 4 AM, I bedded down for the rest of the morning. After all check out was at 11 am. The next morning I was met with bright sunny skies, the perfect driving weather. I stopped off in Buffalo, Tx for a quick BBQ lunch. I probably offended some of the patrons with my Lemmy “49% Motherfucker 51% Son of a Bitch” t shirt. But oh well, in this extremely conservative part of Texas, sometimes it is good to shake them up.
Arriving in Dallas mid-afternoon, I found the venue Gas Monkey Live. Located northwest of Dallas,
between Irving and Farmers Branch, the area was filled with upscale bars and restaurants.
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