Day 10: Jaywalking is a Crime?

Galveston TX to Austin, TX

231 Miles

BG 

RB

We pulled into Austin with just enough time to head down to 6th Street and catch the Pats put down the Panthers, ending their losing streak and keeping the playoffs locked in. Rob showed his colors a little too early on the drive; we used the A/C for the first time so that he could wear his Pats sweatshirt. 

After the win, we were ecstatic, skipping through the streets. Unfortunately, we were then pulled over by a bike cop who told us that the cars weren't honking at us because they were Tom Brady fans, but because we were jaywalking. Coming from Baltimore, where we had mastered the Baltimore shuffle because there they don't have crosswalks, we were confused and hurt.

Tails between our legs because of our first talking to on the trip, (by a bike cop with great calves, Rob adds, [Also, how would he have brought us into the station, do we have to ride on the handlebars?]) we went into Bikini's Bar to collect ourselves. However, not even lil' Mrs. Claus with her titties all over the place serving us dollar beers and chips could lift our spirits. We checked into our motel just outside of town and regrouped for the evening. 


The cops messed us up so bad that we watched War of the Worlds and kind of enjoyed it.

That evening, we got back in the game with a full Mexican meal of carnitas marinated in Coca-Cola, Orange Juice, and milk- a real Bachelor's special.


We went back to 6th Street, but with a few extra pounds of beans and rice, and had to walk it out. Greasing the wheels with a local bum/tour guide, we (accidentally) ended up in the nice (gay) district. We hustled back to the dive bars after a few guys checked out Rob a little too hard. I was all right, as my beard is way beyond gay length and well into "give that guy some money so he'll go away" length.

We checked out a few live bands- a blues band in particular was great, except that they had a guy dancing in the bar that decided that boxers and a Santa hat was enough to wear in public. I guess he must have been cold which is why he brought the hat. After a second beer, we called it a night.

actually a picture of El Paso and Mexico

The Memphis + New Orleans tag team is an ass-kicker. I'm sure Austin is a really cool place, but between the cops and the road, we needed a little more recovery time to get ready for Vegas.

By the way, if you are ever in Austin, the Best Value Inn outside of the city has the best conti breakfast ever- Jimmy Dean mini sausage mcmuffins, eggs that were scrambled underwater, and Texas-shaped waffles. Can't wait for Mexico.