Sep 07 2008
Groggy What?
This morning I woke up around 6, and all I could think about was having to get out and mow the yard, do laundry, washing the bike…the list goes on. So I went back to sleep.
I woke up around 8:30, and again, the daunting tasks of the day made me wish I could slumber all day and ignore the inevitable. But sleep wouldn’t come back to me. What in the world could I do to get out of doing chores??? Oh yea….I forgot. I have a machine sitting in my garage that gives me the escape that I need when life becomes overwhelming. And sitting next to it was another one….so I called the “Demon.” Mom was kind enough to take the phone to him while he was in the bathroom.
An hour later, we were heading up 317, destination: Granbury. The Horny Toad HOG Chapter recently rode out to a restaurant called Groggy Dawg. So, why not check it out ourselves?
After several near death experiences following Dad (can I reiterate, “Demon”~ don’t let the trucker hat and Goldwing fool you) we found ourselves in an interesting restaurant that is docked on Granbury Lake. Littered with tropical motif and pirate paraphernalia, it seemed like the ideal place to be on a lazy Sunday avoiding house chores. However, the food left a little to be desired. I would give it two stars: one for the ranch dressing, the other for the atmosphere.
It was 95 degrees by the time we headed out towards Lake Whitney…the last thing on our minds was fuel. At 140 miles, I had to switch over to reserve…then out of the blue…an oasis…FUEL! The old timey fuel pumps in Lake Village outside of Whitney were a lucky omen…time to go home!
This is me chasing him up 56…
Just in case anyone was wondering why I call him “Demon”:
Going……
Going……
GONE!!!
