On to the more important topic of Daves hotdog. Saturday Dave order a hotdog at the resturant pictured below in Treloar. We waited and then waited, then waited and finally his hotdog appeared. Dave took one bite and and said the outside was hot and inside was still frozen and had the texture of rubber. (He routinely chews rubber of the tires so is an expert on this texture issue.) He sent it back and we spent the next 30 minutes waiting and waiting as we watched being boiled in oil. When it came it was grilled with the hamburgers for the period (I assume to add flavor). Then it was placed in front of Dave, (it did look a little brown) and he took a bite. I promise you it was not cool in the center, in fact I think hot might be the discription (Dave has suggested it was approaching solar surface temperature, his sense of taste is currently returning).
We are currently in Booneville and had dinner in the casino an all you could eat prime rib Sunday dinner. They lost money feeding me and Dave, they might have broken even on Dianne.
Today we did a short ride 30 miles total to the only tunnel on the Katy trail in Rockport where we had second breakfast. Then we went sight seeing and had a relaxing afternoon. Here are pictures of the last few days.
Thankful for Today
I am still thankful for Dianne it has been fun riding along with her and clowning around with her. (However she is still suggesting that bowling for Al is an acceptable game, although due to a lack of hills on the Katy we have not tried this sport out.)
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