Long lost cyclists

Hi everybody! So, we've not really had much computer access across Texas. We took a great week off in San Antonio for some 'q' time and personal time ;-). Got to see a day of rodeo, felt like a kid at the San Antonio zoo, rode the bikes up to the Alamo, watched an IMAX, and had time off from each other. Iz and I aren't fighting but it was nice to have a little respite for both of us. Rolling out of SA I had a small wreck, no major damage but after a front tire flat yesterday, my bike has developed a weird pulsing sensation that I'm not very fond of. Leaving SA I also seem to have caught a nasty respiratory infection that has straight served me for a couple days now. Yesterday it was so intense I was often seeing double or had blurred vision, had little sense of balance, felt dehydrated all day and my breathing was very labored. Fortunately it has subsided today though I still have a painful cough and my lungs seem partially compressed.
So, yesterday morning we rose early and wanted to find a small local place for breakfast. Just as we rolled into the small central Texas town of Scotdale my front tire started hissing about the time I spotted Mollie's Café. With a slime tube, there was a puff of green mist with each Revolution of the tire...kinda funny really. We didn't even mess with the tire, I pushed my bike to the café and we stepped inside. 7:30 AM, central Texas, small town, two lanky guys in black, tight shorts and brightly colored jerseys drew a few looks from the old timers sippin their morning coffee. We sat down and ordered: Iz; a 'Texas' pancake and sausage. Me; oatmeal, egg and potato taco and bean and cheese taco (with hot sauce, extra hot sauce and a side of jalapeños)-for the sinuses. "You sure you want the Texas pancake darlin?" The waitress asked. "Well how big is it?" Iz asked her. She held up the 14 inch round serving tray and said, "about this big." "Yep, bring it." And it really was that big! At least the size of a medium or large pizza and 3/4 of an inch thick. He ate every last crumb of it...except for the one small taste that I had. The waitress swore he was the first person she's seen finish a whole Texas pancake since she's been there.
Today we pedaled into Victoria and will keep cruising shortly. Had to catch up though, we stopped a couple ladies who were on nice full carbon tri bikes and asked for a bike shop. We were pointed here to Bill's Bikes. Once here we started tuning the bikes and within 10 minutes a local news reporter shows up! So, after almost an hour of questions and photos there will apparently be a newspaper article about us tomorrow here in Victoria. I'm still chuckling about it. Its a town of around 62,000 and Iz and I are big news I guess.
Well, at least we got to talk a little about cycling safety, physical activity to promote a healthy lifestyle, cycling awareness among motorists and supporting local business. I hope they quote me..."Don't buy your bike at Wal-Mart, support a local bike shop. It might cost more but you get better quality and your money stays local. Plus, try taking your bike back to wal-mart and see if they'll tru the wheels or adjust the seat for you."
That's One small Revolution for the day! Buy local, don't support exploited labourers.
Carpe diem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!