Re: M38A1 & Tricepilot BBQ 4U - JULY 9th, 2011
What a great day and destination for a ride! I was able to map out one of my "shortcuts" to get us there and found a bunch of interesting back roads to weave our way down. We picked up Senor Thumper_TX on his new steed as we passed through S'ville and began the journey.
The plan was for the route to be all paved, alas, there was a little over a mile of dirt road that got in there somehow.
It was a proud moment to see Ron's F800GS christened with "first dirt." I thought the sprinkling of Texas dust added quite a bit of character to that beautiful machine.
The lovely MotorcycleBelle suffered a brief trauma as she has been effecting a regimen of gravel therapy to address an allergy to the road base she was diagnosed with earlier this year. It made me proud how well she wrangled her cruiser like a pro through that section
and was even kind enough to take time to remark to me via intercom something about me "paying for this." I guess she didn't realize that dirt roads aren't Toll roads, so there is no payment necessary.
The trusty GPS lady brought us right to Casa Tricepilot and I feel privileged to have arrived in time to try a fatty on a biscuit, with some delicious habanero pineapple jelly. YUMMY!
It was quite the pleasure visiting with folks, ogling the scooters, and comparing notes, telling lies, and generally keeping the mayhem going while trying not to drool too much as we waited with bated breath for the dinner bell to ring.
At long last the big moment arrived. We got the pre-flight briefing out of the way, then queued up for the first pass over the target for the day. I must admit how the initial sight of the wondrous spread in the kitchen left me feeling a little faint at the glorious display of carnivorous delight. I pulled myself together and managed to get a little of everything on the plate.
Tackled that primary run, and went back to sample a little more, just to make sure the taste was fully retained by the memory banks. With the plethora of sauces, and the variety of sides, it is the measure from which all future BBQ meals will be held against.
Next, the desserts. Where to begin?
It was overwhelming. Ultimately my favorite was the cobbler. However I did my best to assess many of the other contenders, before succumbing to the effects as pre-food-coma bliss was setting in. Realizing it would be an imposition to go into hibernation at our host's house, as it could possibly have lasted days, I fought the urge to curl up in a ball in a corner and sleep, and instead began to round up the troops.
With that we saddled up our ponies and started on our way home.
It was a nice (HOT!!
) ride with only one wrong turn. I had given GPS lady the afternoon off. (How dare they put the right hand turn I needed to take right smack-dab in the middle of a sweet left-hand sweeper. I never even saw it.)
We made it, safe and sound, then relaxed for the balance of the weekend, basking in lingering BBQ euphoria.
Well done!!
Kudos to the host and all who contributed to the feast.