A Nice, Clean, Friendly Biker Bar

Just to give you a little background, I know Ricky from the Army. We deployed to Iraq together and both served on the Battalion staff. When I got out of the Army and moved to Maryland to work for the Navy as a civilian, Ricky stayed in the Army and moved to Ft. Sill, OK where he commands a basic training company. This is Ricky and little Ricky. By the time I remembered to take a picture, Tanya was off at work. Sorry.


So the first night at Ricky's was pretty calm, just some catching up and then off to bed. Both Ricky and Tanya had to work the next morning and little Ricky had school. By the time I woke up the next morning, everyone was gone. I did some stuff for work (I know, I'm on vacation but this was stuff for my yearly performance review so if I want a raise or bonus I need to write down some lies.... I mean document my successes). After that I took a shower and put of some clean clothes; I got to do some laundry, something I desperately needed at that point. Off to lunch at a place called Lou's Country Cafe. The portions were so huge there that I only finished about half my lunch. The food itself wasn't really great or terrible, just your middle of the road kind of place. Back to Ricky's place for a nap, some blog posts and a bit of reading, all while being followed around by a stray cat they recently picked up named Mooch.

When Ricky got home, I felt kind of bad for the guy. He clearly was tired and had a hard day. I felt it would be bad form to tell him that may day consisted of sleeping in, some time on the computer, lunch, a nap, writing, another nap and reading. That night Tanya was hosting the FRG (Family Reediness Group) get together, a kind of support group for Soldier's wives from the company that Ricky commands. Ricky and I felt it would be a good time to go out riding. Ricky has a Harley Night Train, a very nice bike. On our way out, we ran into Tina, someone I went to college with who is now works with Ricky. She was coming in for the FRG thing. Small world isn't it?

Ricky wanted to show me a what he called a biker bar that he sometimes hangs out at. So after dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings (where Ricky wouldn't even eat a single wing so as not to get messy he said. Who does that?) we headed out. Now, far be it from me to exaggerate on this blog, but I have to say that this "biker bar" was in fact one of the cleanest, nicest bars I've been in in quite a long time. The place was clean, not at all run down or dilapidated and had a very nice smell wafting through the air, almost as if they sprayed air freshener around every now and then but without letting it get overpowering. The clientele wasn't the least bit disreputable. The bouncer/bartender in no way reminded me of a white, female Mike Tyson with crossed eyes. If I ran into her in a dark alley, I certainly wouldn't run for my life. (On a side note, never fight someone who is crossed eyed. You never know where they are looking so it's hard to figure out where they are going to hit next. It's very disorienting). The waitresses were all very attractive, slender, even lithe women who weren't the least bit surly. Fortunately the rest rooms were in perfect working order so there was no need to go across the street to the truck stop to use the men's room. And if on some off chance you did go across the street, the truck stop men's room wasn't closed for repairs. There was no one going out back behind the bar to pee. And since the bathrooms were in good working order, there was no need for any plumbers to be going in and out conducting repairs. Where would one find pumpers willing to work at 11:30 on a Tuesday night anyway? No, really. Where would you find plumbers like that? There would be no reason at all for the CDC to shut the place down. After a grand old time, we headed back to the house without any kind of unfortunate odors clinging to our clothes.

The following morning, Ricky and I met at a place called the Rise n' Shine Cafe for breakfast. They had a really good breakfast burrito.



While there I explained to Ricky how I planned my day's travel. Basically, when I get up each morning, I look at the map, pick a spot that I think I should get to by the end of the day, pick whatever road I think looks the most interesting and go. That's about it. Not a lot of planning going on but that's what makes it so interesting. So that's what I did. Next stop is Memphis.


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Location:Lawton, OK