[OneSickPsycho]

After a solid 3 hours of sleep, we wake up, get showered, and load all of our shit... again. By this time I we were getting REALLY proficient with loading the bikes. Everything had it's place and went together pretty quickly.

We roll next door to the little Mexican dive restraurant that looks like something straight out of a Quentin Tarantino movie... From Dusk Till Dawn meets Pulp Fiction.

Everyone orders and Gramps saunters in just after... As she brings us the drinks she asks Gramps, 'and what will you be having?'... "Can I have a chance to look at the menu?" he snaps. The waitress was a little taken back, but handled it well... This man is my hero.

Now, I love Mexican food... probably to a fault. I had eaten it the night before and now I order some breakfast chimichunga or something... that's covered with 'the hot' sauce. Hot enough that it gave me the hiccups... and that's HOT. It was very tasty, but it probably meant I would shit myself before making it to Oklahoma City. At this point I didn't care.

The ride to Oklahoma city wasn't particularly exciting, but some of the pit stops made it pretty neat. New Mexico is probably on of the prettiest places you could ever see, but just like in the movies everything is run down, old, broken, and decayed.

We pull off onto old Route 66 to get gas... I hadn't realized that this historic highway was pretty much no more... It had been left to errode after the interestate highway was built, so it seemed. The road would go for a little while, half covered with dust, sand, and dirt... then there would be nothing... no road, just open land. Pretty eery.

So anyway, the gas station we stopped at was in Cuervo NM and it was appropriately named, 'Cuervo Gas'. Hey, I think I had that one time at the bar and vomited all over some people... but I digress...

The pump was marked... no shit, 82 octane. Hello! We're on high performance race machines that call for 93+! 'There's no way I'm getting gas here', Drewpy demands. I agree... Nearest gas station is only 8 miles up the road... we'll try it.

We roll into a slightly less shitty gas station up the road. Of course they don't have premium, but it's at least 87. We end up going inside and finding they had ONE bottle of octane booster buried on a shelf and covered with dust. Success! We fill up, fuck with these roosters that were chillin', and decide to take a picture of eachother next to the 'historic route 66' sign... As I stand next to the sign, I notice a sticker on the pole... '$parechange'... What are the odds? That's a sticker from a highschool buddy's band.

A couple of pictures and some dicking around with these stupid chickens, then we're on the road.

Making it into Texas, we stop at another filling station. Place was in the middle of nowhere and had some strange shit for sale inside... Releasing the fluids in the bathroom, we notice big papers hanging from the walls in front of each toilet that say, "Tell Us About Your Trip"... A lot of 'Jones family heading to Austin' and 'Bob Smith relocating to CA'... so I put ours up there just for grins.

Continue the journey into and through Oklahoma City... set up shop at a Super 8 in Shawnee, OK. No way am I sleeping on the floor again, so I decide to splurge to get a room, but first... Denny's!

Denny's, then bed... nothing especially exciting...