2/25/10, McGregor, TX - I had everything squared away and was on the road by 8 am. I knew there was going to be a lot of traffic on my way around Waco, so I had Bill and Doc hitched. About a mile from Bonnie’s we pulled onto the Express Loop around the city. Between some really screwy traffic patterns, and an overabundance of ‘Challenged’ drivers, it was a tough road to drive. By 10:30 am, I had cleared the loop and was headed west down U.S. Route 84.
Most of the morning, a photographer from the Waco Newspaper was shooting pictures of the team moving through heavy traffic. He finally caught up with us for the story and some more pictures when we pulled off the road for lunch.
After lunch, as I was I was putting the bridles back on the horses, a News Team from Channel 10 (CBS) showed up for an interview. If you want some shots of the Teamster in action, you’ll have to link to these media sources. (At the time I’m writing this, they haven’t been put up on their websites yet.) If I get good links tomorrow, I’ll post them on the “Media Coverage” page.
Doc and Bill had a pretty long day (22 miles in heavy traffic) by the time we pulled into McGregor.
Bill has developed an incredible inner clock. He knows to the minute when it’s break time. He announces break time by just stopping wherever it looks good to him. I’m trying to break him of the habit, so he hears this line a lot. “Not yet Bill; now Get-up”. That mule headed ‘ol horse thinks he’s going to win this battle of wills (he doesn’t give up very easy)!
Tonight, we’re staying at Jerry Niemejer’s Feed Store in town.
I was sorry to hear that a man I really respected, Alexander Haig, passed away a few days ago. I met General Haig in 1977, when I was a young Infantryman, stationed in West Berlin, Germany. I was ‘volunteered’ to give an ‘Australian’ repelling demonstration for him when he was visiting the troops, back when he was the NATO Commander.
I was standing on the edge of a rain swept, six story building, when his helicopter landed about 100 yards in front of me. As he stepped off the chopper, I fired an air-burst, flash-bang grenade over the Huey, then repelled face-first down the building, shooting up his entourage with a magazine of M-16 blanks. After I saluted and reported to him, he uttered some words (which I’ll keep for myself) that taught me an important lesson in life - All men put their britches on One-Leg-At-A-Time.