I offered to take you two to breakfast!?!? WTH??
Seriously, I enjoy this thread and those that help keep it going. It was really nice to put a name and a face together. I could have talked with Pack for hours if he didn't have to scoot out of town.
All in all it was a great trip and like Scrmblr said, it was good to put a face with the name. And OK I apologize, you did offer to take us to McDonalds for Breakfast and we did have a lot of miles to go that day. In fact didn't get as far as we would have liked and ended up spending the night in Lubbock, instead of Amarillo. The only bad part of the trip happened in Amarillo, and it wasn't really bad, just kind of ticked me off. We were meeting up with some friends and some of my lady's relatives and were invited to go out to a supposed BBQ at one of her cousins house that had married into Oil wells, lots of Agriculture, etc.
When we drove up in the Truck, the Valet or whatever the hell he was that was parking cars kind of looked down his nose at us because we were in Jeans, cowboy boots and driving a year old F-150 Super crew, instead of the Mercedes, Limousines or Beemers that were parked all around. He tried to act like we were trying to crash the party, until Donna came down the steps of what was only slightly smaller than the White House, in D.C. and hugged us both. then his whole attitude changed.
After introductions, it was readily apparent that we were the poor family relations and everyone was surprised we were touring the country in a travel trailer, instead of a Premis (or whatever they are called) 65' Motor home. Her Father-in-law (the one that had made the family fortune) and I hit it off right away and we talked Guns, Fishing and Hog hunting and I wasn't surprised that he knew of an infamous one that sometimes posts on this thread. His son, on the other hand was a pompous A**. The old man whom i'm going to call Walt, apologized to us several times for his son and said that he'd made the mistake of giving the son everything when he was growing up and somehow it transpired that the son acted like he had been the one to make the family fortune, all by himself. Anyway after a meal that would have fed the State of New Mexico for two weeks, it was suggested that the men retire to the veranda for drinks and Cigars. All night long, the son kept kind of needling me about how big the house was, his 6 cars, etc and when we got to the veranda, he made some comment about Donna his wife, and my lady, that PO'd me no end. All evening the son had been passing gas, regardless of where he was without a word being said about it except looks between some of the men. Shortly thereafter, he belched loudly and proclaimed "Got a frog in my throat". Being ready to walk out anyway, I replied "yeah and I think you've got one stuck up your A** and it must have died from the way it's breath smelled". His dad went into convulsive laughter and almost fell out of his chair. most of the other men were laughing too, so I figured i had wore out my welcome, and went looking for my Lady. The ladies made plans to get together the next day, we said our goodbyes, and Walt came out to see us off and gave us a warm sendoff and was still laughing. I really liked the old man.
Anyway, now I know where the Valet or hired flunky parking cars got his attitude.
Anyway enough for tonight, and no Don, didn't forget you, just writing this book on the Hog forum and busy, busy tomorrow. Will get back to you in the near future.
Keep posting! Will take me a while to go back and read all that I haven't read.