Oh No! Not another Texan!
What with Michael and the other boys & gals around here, us poor Northerners don't stand a chance. I can just hear it now; "We got burgers bigger than yer upper peninsula." Why, I think I'll just mosey on over to Dallaa, and that little store there that has more kinds of peppers than the entire state of Michigan, and more kinds of shrooms, etc. etc."
Woe is me.
But seriously, I've had and have some very good freinds from Texas. I learned to ride a horse from a Texan. I learned to sharpen a knife from a Texan. And there are two quality souls from the Lone Star state than have given such sound and straight advice, and who have been such warm freinds to all, that I can't help but expect great things from you as well.
There's only one Texan whom I knew while searving in the U.S. Navy that I wondered about. He rode bulls for fun, in ameteur rodeos. I rode dirt-bikes for fun on the hills and trails of Southern California. He said I was nuts to get on one of those suicide machines. I replied then, and would still say that he was the crazy person. That bull wants to hurt you. My bike may have thrown me, but not of its own free will. And once I was off of it, it never tried to stomp on my head!
Nope, just can't see myself riding bulls. Just because I accidently rode my bike off of a thirty foot cliff once...
I may like to poke fun at Texans, but I surely do respect y'all. Welcome to the best place on the web for Texans, Michiganders, Georgians, Italians, and everybody else under the sun.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North