Things can't go much better than this. Got The Beast out yesterday, and took off real early on Landshark today. Since I've pretty much checked the boxes on getting back on the road again, I didn't care about destination. I kinda wanted to go west, and I kinda wanted to just take a nice ride and beat the traffic that would come. Hit the parkway and decided to 281 it north and do the Luckenbach run. That was a good decision!
Very light traffic, a little cloudy, and humidity was tamed by perfect wind chill. I was noticing the confused gas gauge was dropping, and got down below a quarter, so I surmised that it's ok reading low, but likely a gas line in there won't let it show much past half. I stopped at the Fischers again and she took 4gal, so my surmising was right for once. Onward.
It looked kinda dark ahead, but it seemed just a low ceiling, and sure enough, as soon as I turned on to 473, the clouds broke. Sunshine at my back, and just the rolling twisty road ahead of me, and the once again gorgeous GREEN landscape bathed in light. I grinned and wick'd up a little. ALL the way to Luckenbach and not ONE SINGLE CAGE in my way. THIS is why I leave so early! And Luckenbach was deserted!!

I expected to see the
campground trailer park completely full! The singing toilet attendant lady (seriously good voice) said they had 2500 for an event Saturday, then they all left.
Obligatory shot.
Decided not to do Old SA Road, and come back 1888 to Blanco again, since I hadn't had Landshark on that road in many years. Another good decision, and so much fun. Came up on a slow moving 5th wheel mobile apartment complex, but quickly hit a passing zone. Zoom zoom! Once into Blanco and turning back south on 281, the whole concept of leave early came into focus, and the further south I got, the heavier the northbound traffic got. I stopped back at the Fischers for a hunk 'o pizza and to nurse my still hot coffee mug, and chilled.
An older kinda ratty F350 pulled in with a dark skinned kid driving and a pale white girl passenger. The guy came around the truck to let her out. I had a mouth full of pizza, and waited for them to come back. He did the same thing to let her in, and I said "Man, you did that twice for your girl, you don't see that anymore!" They laughed, and he thanked me, and I said "No, thank you, you made my day!" He also had a big flag flying in the bed. Nice! My bike flag is kinda disintegrating, but I have flag stickers all over the bikes, and a big vinyl one on the back of both jackets.
All the while, the northbound flow got heavier and heavier, with lots of bikes trying to get around big trucks and slow cages after the stoplight. I grinned and headed south. I was considering going past my exit and riding some more, but now southbound traffic was getting silly and I felt the temp rise 5-10 degrees when I reentered the heat island. I'm good. Back in the barn at 10:30am.
I thought a lot about how hard I worked on the bikes these last few months, and how fortunate I am to have them come back to me like lost friends, and then of course, being healthy enough again to make them sing. And today I thought about how fortunate we ALL are to be able to do ANY of this and so much more because of..... Veterans. I think about all the marvelous WW2 vets I met with the bomber, and the Vietnam and so on vets that I have/had known, and quickly realize, without their sacrifice, it's entirely possible that NONE of this ever happened. I rode for those that can't. Salute!