On Sunday, I rode to the Airport Diner in Fredericksburg, Texas with a few Gruene HOG chapter members. We didn’t start out thinking we’d be going to the Diner but it’s where we ended up. Our original destination was the Alamo Springs Café for what is claimed to be one of the best burgers in Texas. I say claimed because when we got there it was closed. Apparently, the owners were leaving for vacation on Monday and had been trying to conserve meat…they ran out on Saturday. This was my second foiled attempt to try their burgers. On my first visit, they were closed because of a blown transformer and no electricity.
The great thing about riding is many times the destination is secondary to the ride itself. It took about an hour and a half to ride the 70 miles from Gruene Harley-Davidson to the Alamo Springs Café. Clear skies and cooler temperatures (mid-80s) made for a great Fall ride in the Texas Hill Country. FM473 and Old #9 Highway Road were particularly fun with some nice curves and beautiful views.
There were a lot of motorcyclists out taking advantage of the weather. I saw an equal number of sport bikes and cruisers sharing the road. Some shared better than others. Sadly, stereotypes were likely reinforced based on our encounter with a couple riding sport bikes. While cruising along on Old #9 Highway at or slightly above the posted speed limit, two sport bikes blew past our Sweep and cut into our formation right behind our Lead, then laid back on the throttle and blew past him on a tight curve.
Not more than three minutes later we pulled into the parking lot at the Alamo Café. Guess who was there? The sport bike riders that had just past us. Our Sweep wasted no time telling them what he thought about their riding and called them a few choice names. I’m sure they walked away thinking Harley riders are assholes…while several in our group walked away thinking sport bike riders are reckless speed freaks. Talk about awkward.
|The Airport Diner...Friendly Staff, Great Food|
We sat down and were quickly waited on. The menu was chock full of items with names like Bomber Burger, P-40 Warhawk, Officer’s Club, and Flying Tiger. I ordered the Officer’s Club and boy was it tasty. Everyone in our group was happy with their food, except one…and he ordered the Huevos Rancheros. It doesn’t get much better than a great ride followed by great food. I’ll definitely go back again.
|Just Outside the Hanger Hotel|
Where did you ride last weekend? Wherever it was I hope you remembered to: Live Free. Ride Hard. Be Happy.