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- Laredo, TX
- First Name
- Oscar
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- Saldana
OKay so I had about 15 different titles going through my head, from my neck of the woods, to Darth Vader rides through my past, and so on and so forth. but I might as well call it like it is, my first ride report (WITH PICS, YAY!!!)
at about noonish I decided to go a head and ride. I picked a direction and went. FIrst, I had to requisition some uhoh supplies like a tire pump and plug kit, I am gonna be out in the middle of nowhere alone, so as I run to my office to get my Ipod, 3 kids in the back of an old Taurus are peaking out the back window smiling and giving me the peace sign. I took it as a good omen, finished loading up and got ready to roll. I got some cash at the ATM and topped off my tank, and rode through town to 359 to get out of town.
The mount for the day:
Note: My Z is covered up because I had washed and waxed it and was trying to keep the dirt off of it, as well as bird crap.
As I said I headed out on 359 east bound towards Hebbronville. It was a nice sunny day, slight wind maybe 15-20 mph, I started to realize that the one piece rims were more aesthetic than anything else, seeing as how they act as sails in the wind. I was in no major rush (id left at 330 so that should tell you my time constraints) and get to the turn to Mirando City and fm 649.
I rode on into Mirando (which was where my paternal grandmother was raised btw) and tooled into town and stop by LaLas
they have some dang good puffy tacos and some mean enchiladas, but get there early, or you get no rice (I dont know why, but everytime my folks and their friends go there, They're always out of rice. they were closed (not really surprised, its Sunday) and wouldnt you know it, I get caught by the train
I stop at the historical marker on the outskirts that tells the story of Mirando, and how O.W. Killam found the first oil field south of San Antonio,and how Mirando was born of that discovery.
so now Im off down 649 for the rollercoaster, no shoulder and the entrance to my ranch.
at about noonish I decided to go a head and ride. I picked a direction and went. FIrst, I had to requisition some uhoh supplies like a tire pump and plug kit, I am gonna be out in the middle of nowhere alone, so as I run to my office to get my Ipod, 3 kids in the back of an old Taurus are peaking out the back window smiling and giving me the peace sign. I took it as a good omen, finished loading up and got ready to roll. I got some cash at the ATM and topped off my tank, and rode through town to 359 to get out of town.
The mount for the day:
Note: My Z is covered up because I had washed and waxed it and was trying to keep the dirt off of it, as well as bird crap.
As I said I headed out on 359 east bound towards Hebbronville. It was a nice sunny day, slight wind maybe 15-20 mph, I started to realize that the one piece rims were more aesthetic than anything else, seeing as how they act as sails in the wind. I was in no major rush (id left at 330 so that should tell you my time constraints) and get to the turn to Mirando City and fm 649.
I rode on into Mirando (which was where my paternal grandmother was raised btw) and tooled into town and stop by LaLas
they have some dang good puffy tacos and some mean enchiladas, but get there early, or you get no rice (I dont know why, but everytime my folks and their friends go there, They're always out of rice. they were closed (not really surprised, its Sunday) and wouldnt you know it, I get caught by the train
I stop at the historical marker on the outskirts that tells the story of Mirando, and how O.W. Killam found the first oil field south of San Antonio,and how Mirando was born of that discovery.
so now Im off down 649 for the rollercoaster, no shoulder and the entrance to my ranch.
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