As a matter of fact the only fucktard I've encountered so far on this trip was on this section of I-40. We were passing a semi in the left lane when the rental yellow box truck decided he wanted to be where I was. Fucker!!! I moved left and laid on the horn. Fucker!!! Looked at me and got back in his own lane while waving and smiling. FUCKER! Don't wave and smile at me, you almost took me out. GACK!!! Anyway, I was delighted to get off the Interstate on on US 84.
That took us to Fort Sumner where we took a quick break and I snapped this pic.
Road construction threatened to delay us but we got lucky and sneaked into the line just in time to get the last of the green light. Construction ended a few miles later and then we were in Clovis, NM! Just like that, hahahah. By now we were getting a bit peckish and food was in order. A quick glance at the GPS gave us the usual fast food and chain restaurants but then, Mom's Cafe stood out like a beacon. Yes, we MUST go there!
Across to the east side of town and then just a bit south across the railroad tracks and there was Mom's Cafe. A very non-descript brown brick building with a simple, worn sign out front, sharing space with the livestock auction. Mom's parking lot(s) were jammed full of rancher pick up trucks and old four door Buicks.
There were a number of motels within 2 miles of where we were getting fuel so we got online and picked a Days Inn. Right before we left the filling station, we had a unique encounter. Some guy in a pickup (not unusual in Texas) had turned around and pulled up next to us, got out of the truck with some stickers in his hand and said Howdy! We said Howdy right back, lol. He asked where we were going, etc. You know, the usual stuff when someone is interested in you and your motorcycle. So then he introduces himself as Luke from Rust, Inc. He builds rat rods and rust buckets. Jeremy Loveall, this is right up your alley!
Anyway Luke was all excited to meet us and chat and tell us about his company Rust, Inc. having a TV show. We traded stickers (he got my DFF sticker) and we got a couple of his. Fun encounter!!!
Back to the motel....we rode the 1.5 miles to the Day's Inn and tried to check in. They didn't have any rooms ready. Fine....how long.....maybe 45 minutes.....fine.....let us check in and we'll wait here until it's ready....fine.....not really.
I have to say that the dude at the front desk was probably the worst interaction I've had in some time. He had no clue what was going on, didn't care if we got a room or not and was generally rude and not helpful. Hmmmmmm.....
After about 40 minutes sitting in the non-airconditioned atrium I finally went to the front desk to inquire about our room. This time I interacted with a woman and what do you know? We can put you in this room.....Fine. Thank you. Oh, while we were waiting Eric went to find me a water and discovered the vending machines were virtually empty and the first few ice machines he checked were broken. Hmmmmmm....... He also warned me to not use the restroom in the atrium. Hmmmmm........
Okay, know what? We're here, we have a room, let's just go settle in. Great. We moved the bikes around the side of the building and were able to park right in front of our room. I like that! The room looked okay at first glance and we were both happy to get into a cool space and looked forward to getting out of our hot, stinky riding gear.
It didn't take long to figure out this was a PIT! I first noticed water leaking out from the bottom of the fridge. Okay, there was a dirty hand towel in the room (really? yes really). So I used that to mop up the water. Hmmmmm..........
Then, I washed my hands, no cold water at the sink, only hot. Okay. I sat down, took off my boots and riding pants then stood up and immediately my feet were wet. Fuck..... Oh well, I got my street clothes and changed. Then used the bath mat to soak up the water on the carpet. Look at the results! Yes, that was a clean towel when I put it down. No so clean now.....GACK....URG..........
Well, heck. This is without doubt the WORST PLACE EVER! I've stayed in some pretty seedy, sketchy and icky motels but this really takes the cake. We can't walk through the room without shoes. The carpet is wet but a long, long, long way from clean. The fridge leaks, no cold water in the sink, poop on the curtain, filthy floors and did I mention the strange happenings in the parking lot? I double locked my bike and of course we always cover them. Hope they are undisturbed in the morning.
Don't stay at the Lubbock Days Inn South - Days Inn - Lubbock. Go somewhere, anywhere else. Heck, sleep next to your bike in the park. Just don't stay here. As a matter of fact, I'm going to write Wyndham about this. I never, ever leave bad reviews but this is truly a nightmare. Especially after the lovely place we stayed last night!
Eric had left to go to the store so he could have some beverages. Remember? All the vending machines are empty. Anyway, he brought home a frozen entree that we shared for dinner after he fixed the microwave so it would rotate. That was fine and there were no nearby restaurants and neither of us wanted pizza.
At the end of the day, we had a wonderful ride today. A magnificent score at Mom's Cafe and we got to meet some interesting peeps. The scenery was a bit lacking at times but we are crossing the heart of the country and seeing things you only see on backroads.
I'm enjoying all of it, even the gross, disgusting room. Hey, it kept you entertained for a minute or two, lol. At least the air conditioner is working well.
We rode about 300 miles today and plan on doing the same tomorrow. Our goal is Waco, TX. Never been there! Never been to Lubbock before either and don't need to see it again, lol. All is good :-)
Stay turned to see if anything interesting happens tomorrow!