Texas. Hot. Dry. ... Yeah, right! Yesterday, while approaching Houston, within thirty seconds I was soaked to the bones. But that's probably because it is still near the coast. Today when I was riding towards Dallas, and just while I was thinking about how I had imagined Texas a bit more desert like, the grass changed abruptly from green to a dry, light brown color that is the more familiar image of Texas. Finally there. Welcome to Texas!
I don't know why exactly there, or why then, but while riding on the interstate approaching Dallas, for the first time I felt a taste of that special excitement about being in America that I had felt as a sixteen-year old driving on the interstate after arriving in Pittsburgh for my school exchange program.
Later that night, because everything was closed, I walked into a 24-hour drive in and got some food, sat next to my bike in the parking lot and stuffed my face with burger and fries. That, too, was a reminder of those old times.
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