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Friday, April 11, 2008

Kemper has been planning this trip for quit some time... I have to tell you the guy is the worst at keeping secrets...but with this trip he kept a secret. I mean of course I knew we were going to Wimberley on the bike...but he never let on about where we'd stay at all.

But anyway, I have to start earlier in the week...we found a house..woohoo...no more apartment living for us! So with the upcoming trip planned and finding the house, we knew we really had something to celebrate (other than our crazy love/lust for each other...heehee)...now we have the house to celebrate...we'll sign on the house Thursday...no we didn't....

Come Thursday night we had our bags all packed...but still didn't have the house thing buttoned down...10 pm our Realtor called and said "meet me at the office at 9:30 am...hopefully everything will be there". So Friday morning comes around and we load up, go to the bank get the cashiers check, and take off to the office. Our papers were there, we signed everything. Woohoo! and off we went to start our trip. Oh, we move on May 22.

As we take off Kemper says, "we need to stop on down the road for sunscreen"...the morning was much cooler than we had expected, but for now it was fine we were just so happy to be on our way, finally. The wind this spring has not been a bikers friend and as we approached the prairies it was just awful.

Despite the wind, the scenery is beautiful...at one point we got stopped by a train so I ask Kemper to pull into a gas station so I could put my sweatshirt on...little did I know, this sweatshirt was gonna be my best friend for the entire trip. Oh, did I mention we didn't bring our leathers?...yeah...we didn't, it's spring time...the weatherman said it was going to be around 80 degrees...and sunny, why would we?

After about 3 and half hours ride...we arrive in Wimberley...it was so pretty, we were so glad to see it...we love to ride, but we love to get off that thing after 3 and a half hours. We go to the check in place and get our key and map to our secluded Bungalow. But first things first, we need something to drink...we ask where to get a beer and she sends us to I'Noz Brew and Chew. We sit on the patio and share a $6 pitcher of beer...I'm excited and want to go on to the house...I can't wait to see it.

We look at our directions to the house and take off. We drive down little monkey roads until finally we pull up to the house............

Okay maybe I was expecting a little something different...shacks aren't usually Kemper's style...much less a BARN! Keeping my "sunny disposition" I remain appearing to be excited...he's told me a this point that he'd ordered wine, cheese and fruit to be waiting upon our arrival...Great...hope we beat the rats to it! And wine is probably going to be the only thing that makes think this is a good idea! So without further hesitation we go inside...

OMG! The place is gorgeous...crazy beautiful...for real! Everything was perfect...it had everything...a private pool, and private hot tub...the wine (funny it was Penguin, we used to drink that all the time) the cheese and fruit tray was beautiful, fresh flowers...now this is more like what I expected out of Kemper. http://www.exoticsunset.com/

We enjoy each other so much and we both love to cook...so we decided before hopping into the hot tub we'd run back into town and get some things so we could cook our dinner and just hang out and enjoy the house. We emptied out the bag and went to the grocery. We bought wine, beer, pork chops and veggies, at the house we snacked on our fruit and cheese and Kemper cooked on the grill while I sat in the hot tub and drank my beer (see why I enjoy cooking so much?). Later that night we sat outside looked at the stars and just talked and enjoyed each other's company. After a long bath in the over sized BLACK bath tub we went to bed looking forward to tomorrow's adventures.

Saturday morning. Oh...you realize I never mentioned Kemper putting on sunscreen right?...that's because he didn't, he is burnt to a crisp, so he put on tons today...too little, too late. Our mission was to go into Wimberley...oh shoot, I forgot to tell you about the bread....yeah...Kemper also had this homemade Poppyseed bread in the house for us (of course he did, right?)...so for breakfast we had coffee, this yummy bread and more fruit...so anyway, heehee...We take off into town to see what's going on...after shopping around Wimberley for awhile, we come across this store that we both just fell in love with, it's called "Wall Street Western" kind of Rockstar Western/Biker gear...Kemper found a pair of boots he felt he just MUST have, Jacque the owner, was so wishing he'd buy them and offered him a deal of $1950....he tells her if I'd not just bought a house they'd be sold...yeah right. I'm telling ya, if you are ever there stop in and just look around, so much bling, so many, many rhinestones...I love Rhinestones...bring the credit card with some limit left on it...cause you are gonna wanna use it! I wonder if they have some knock-offs of those boots on the WalMart website...think Kemper would settle for that? I'm gonna check into it.

After draggin Kemper out of Wall Street we decided to go to Fredricksburg to some of the Winery's...this ride was nice, windy and cold of course, (stupid weatherman) but interesting...riding along on 290 we see this huge sculpture of a bull or something...with a sign reading sculpture ranch 5 miles...well of course we wanted see more...for what seemed like 20 miles and many cattle guards we come up to this ranch with tons of this crazy, wild art...the roads weren't exactly constructed for motorcycles so we didn't want to risk it and turned around without going all the way in.

The first vineyard we passed we couldn't get into because a tour bus high centered on the driveway (I guess no one told the driver he wasn't supposed to partake of the tasting) so we went on past to Becker http://www.beckervineyards.com/ it was so crowded we couldn't even get around, we tasted a couple and left...from there we went to the one the bus was stuck on, by now it was clear so we went to Rosewood Vineyard...sorry no website...it exterior wasn't as beautiful as Becker, but it was so much more what we had in mind...this place was run by pure Texas country boys...the atmosphere was casual and laid back and very comfortable. Instead of tasting we just went for the whole glass of their Merlot...it was yummy...we only had one glass and bought a bottle for later. The wind and cold was taking a toll on us so we wanted to get back to Wimberley and check out this place we'd read about called the Green Door biker bar. We were really tired of dodging this cloud the whole time, we would get around it and warm up a bit and then it was over us again. The trip back included a ride through the Devil's Backbone...what a great ride...lots of cool turns and hills, and animals...all kinds of animals to see...Llamas, goats, sheep (furry pigs if you ask Pam), donkeys, exotic deer and then at the end of the road was of course The Devils Backbone Tavern, by this time we could use a break and a beer.

Arriving in Wimberley the sun was beginning to set, we still wanted to find the Green Door hoping to buy a souvenir shirt. We ask some local biker's but they'd never heard of it...I called information...they'd never heard of it...oh well...maybe next time. We do intend to come back, so many things to see, so little time...back at the house we have leftovers, beer and wine...we're cold, hungry and pretty wind beaten. So we head back out there. Our house is very secluded...so really anything goes there...you're in your own little piece of Paradise...we come in, strip out of all our clothes, go outside to get in the Hot Tub...we're tired, freezing and need to warm up quickly. After two or three times in and out getting wine, food, etc. we finally sit still and quiet...except it's not so quiet...we hear this woman talking...constant talking...blah, blah, blah...I look over and I see a man...with knee socks and tennis shoes...great, we have neighbors...they obviously where not there last night...well while she's talking the poor guys ear off...he getting a free show...I believe it's the only thing that kept the guy from shooting himself or her...the way I see it, it was his eyes he had to poke out, so if he chose to look...that was all on him.

Sunday. We're heading home today...check out is 11, so we get up, pack up, load the bike and go in for some breakfast. After breakfast, Kemper wants to go back to Wall Street and try on the boots...today's deal was $1600. man he is really wanting them now...still no go, however, I found a pair for myself that will go with my chaps my mom gave me that belonged to my dad...the chaps need some girling up, so these boots will be great! Jacque will ship them to me and I'll have them in a few days.

Once done with that, on our way back to the bike, we stumble upon the Wimberley Zoo...what a funny sight...Kemper even met a new friend...too bad he was a pot head, but so was Kemper a few years ago, so he'd didn't judge.

Our ride back included a stop a the Mandola Winery...what a lovely place...the air there smelled so good...next time we'll have lunch there and stay for the tour. We bought another bottle of wine...squeezed it in the bags and took off for home. The ride back was cold, cold, and windy as all hell, but totally sunny...Kemper stopped several times to reapply sunscreen to his already brittle face.

Once back on our side of the world...we can't wait until the next one...next time take leathers for sure and apply sunscreen BEFORE you leave the house.

Join us on April 27th, we are meeting a group at Stubbs on Telephone Road at 7:30am (free breakfast and coffee) to Ride for the Kids...http://www.pbtfus.org/rideforkids/calendar/2008/houston08.html, hope to see you there!

Mom...don't read this!!!!

The Biker

I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.

But, you didn't see me put an extra $10.00

in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other

on the sidewalk.

But, you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.

But, you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money

for the hurricane relief.

I saw you roll up your window and shake your head

when I drove by.

But, you didn't see me driving behind you

when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.

But, you didn't see me when I took time off from work to

run toys to the homeless.

I saw you stare at my long hair.

But, you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off

for Locks of Love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.

But, you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats

and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.

But, you didn't see me cry as my children where born

and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.

But, you didn't see me going home to be with my family.

I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.

But, you didn't see me when you were changing the CD

and drifted into my lane.

I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.

But, you didn't see me pat my child's hands knowing

he was safe behind me.

I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you

drove down the road.

But, you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me

to take the next turn.

I saw you race down the road in the rain.

But, you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could

have the car to go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save

a few minutes of time.

But, you didn't see me trying to turn right.

I saw you cut me off because you needed to

be in the lane I was in.

But, you didn't see me leave the road.

I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me.

Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.

But, you didn't see me.