Zipper Smakk
Note too self - Next time make sure that you are wearing tee shirt before trying on fleece pullover and jamming zipper up quickly with winter fur grown out on chest. Just happy I wear button fly jeans when I go commando...

Gas Smakk
Once again I'm back on lovely I35 making that thrilling drive between Austin & Dallas. (No monsoon yet but the skies look menacing.) As normal, I make a pit stop at the halfway point of Waco, TX. Most memorable for the Branch Davidians and Baylor basketball killing, I have also found another highlight to this town - the cheapest gas in the US. now I haven't actually researched this finding but I filled up my rental today at $2.45 a gallon.
So why the cheap gas in Waco? Texas refineries closer to Houston but they have higher prices there. Smaller & larger populated cities around the area but they have higher prices also. They're definitely not bringing in more tobacco and alcohol tax from the Baptist students at Baylor compared to any other college town. So general economics would say there is more supply than demand. So when I add in the fact that I've never met anyone from Waco and no one is leaving town since gas is in excess, that leads to one of two conclusions:
1. Waco is the greatest place in the world
2. Waco is home to a bunch of backwood rednecks afraid to leave the area for fear of discovery of all their inbreeding
I'll go with Inbreds for $100 Alex...

Rain Smakk
How is it possible that there is a giant thunderstorm every couple of weeks that hits exactly as I am driving between Dallas & Austin? As much as I enjoy writing this post while honing my hydroplaning skills, I would rather just put the pedal to the metal under bright sunny skies. And I especially love when the methed up over confident trucker flies past me sending a tidal swell over the car that is so big I wouldn't be surpised if a surfer popped out of the curl onto my windshield. Plus with only about 20 feet of visibility, I can't blink for fear of rear ending that same trucker as his crank wears off. My eyes feel like I've been playing 18 straight hours of Guitar Hero.
At least there's some entertainment at laughing at the brain child that decided today would be good to move all his belongings in the world in the back of his pickup without ponying up the extra $20 for a cover tarp. WWT - Wet White Trash...

Fair Smakk
The Bunny & I made our traditional afternoon visit yesterday to the Texas State fair. We avoided the rides and carnival games so that we could focus all our efforts on the most important part of the festivities - the fried food. Here's the substance of our lunch menu:
Fried grilled cheese sandwich with cream of tomato dipping sauce
Fried smores covered in powdered sugar
Chicken fried bacon strips with ranch on the side
Jalapeño and cheddar Fletcher's corndog
And of course, draft beers between each item.
Let's just say the Bunny's tummy was so upset last night that she even struggled downing any wine for the evening. I was able to still have a nice little sail with the Captain but there have been many extended magazine reads on the porcelain throne. It's the price we pay for visiting the land of the fried fried...